Cranking up the air-conditioning, Emmy pointed the vents toward her face as she searched, realizing she’d have been better off leaving her car at the store instead of going home first to change. The yellow sundress fit her perfectly, although she felt self-conscious exposing so much of her shoulders and back. She’d decided to complete the outfit with a pair of flip-flops she’d purchased from one of the tourist shops near the Holiday Inn. She’d left the hat behind, thinking she wouldn’t be needing it for sun protection at five o’clock in the evening. Looking up through the windshield at the still-burning sun, she began to doubt her decision. She finally found a spot in front of what she could only describe as a cement box on stilts, possibly a remnant of Folly’s past when it was known as the poor man’s beach. Most of the older structures had been removed by Hugo, but perhaps this owner had a strong nostalgia for the way things used to be.
