I shield my face with my hand and look up into the late afternoon sun. Keiran is standing in front of Brooke, Hallie, and me, holding her beach bag and a polka dot beach towel. She looks kind of miserable. “That depends,” I tell her. “You're not going to throw sand at us, are you?” She smiles. “Nah. My toddler outburst is over, I swear.” “Then park it,” Brooke instructs her. Keiran places her towel on the cool sand next to us. It's the middle of the week and we're having an unusual 70-degree April day. I figured it was about time we all stopped bickering and made up, so I extended a peace offering: a group tanning session at the beach. With the spring fling a week away, and today being one of the only days we all have off from taping, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk and get some color (I'm as pale as the sandy shore along the Long Island Sound). Hallie and Brooke showed up first, but when Keiran didn't come, I thought we were doomed. “We didn't think you were coming,”
