They sat beside each other in low canvas chairs, an empty bottle of wine between them, and their glasses tipped in the sand. Except for meals, I rarely found them together, and was surprised to see them here. (My assumptions about their rivalry—which existed more in my head than in reality—were hard to disrupt.) “Swimming?” I asked, kneeling beside them. “My head is,” said Holly. She wore a two-piece suit that exposed a slender, pale belly. Marisa leaned toward me, her dark hair falling forward across her eyes. “The sea is too cold,” she said. “I am not so British. They can swim in the ice!” “Has he been mean to you?” asked Holly. I looked at her blankly. “Rupert is a wicked old man,” she said. “He says he offended you. You wanted a tutorial, and he refused.” “I wasn’t offended,” I said, though my voice betrayed my feelings. “And I wasn’t looking for a tutorial.” “He should be punish,” said Marisa. Her toenails shimmered like cherries. “He’s a bear of very little brain,”
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