I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” It was an hour later, and Aria was just stepping out of the photo booth. Noel Kahn stood in front of her, naked except for his Calvin Klein boxers, which were wet and clingy. He was holding a yellow plastic cup of beer and her just-developed strip of pictures. Noel shook his hair around a little, and water from his hair sprayed onto her APC miniskirt. “Why are you all wet?” Aria asked. “We were playing water polo.” Aria glanced at the pond. The boys were batting one another in the heads with pink fun-noodles. On the banks, girls in nearly identical Alberta Ferrari minidresses huddled together, gossiping. Over by the hedges, not that far from them, she spied her brother, Mike. He was with a petite girl in a plaid micromini and platform heels. Noel followed her gaze. “That’s one of those Quaker school girls,” he murmured. “Those chicks are nuts.” Mike glanced up and saw Aria and Noel together. He gave Aria an approving nod. Noel tapped Aria’s photo strip with his thumb.
