I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if he’d tailed us in an unmarked car. Bloomfield was wearing his jeans jacket and looked ultracool in blue. It was the first time we’d ever gone out of town together and I felt like—It’s a good thing nobody can read my mind. I was pretending we were married. Oh, I have gotten so sappy lately! I want to touch him and hug him all the time! The other day he said, “Why are you smiling?”. “No reason,” I said. “I’m just happy.” The car ride made me a little nauseous. For a few dangerous seconds, I thought I was going to puke. Then I told myself: Will you please calm down? And miraculously, I did. It was BEAUTIFUL at the beach! Clear and breezy, not too cold, and not many people around. We unpacked our stuff between two big rocks that shielded us from the wind. We’d brought chicken and French bread and apples and cheese. Bloomfield ate like the world was on fire. He’s always in a hurry; like, if he doesn’t grab fun fast, someone might snatch it away.
