Invitation to a Beach
Chapter 7. Behind the clubhouse, Juan Carlos was standing before a large barbecue grill, a steel drum cut in half lengthwise and laid on its side, with a long grill on top and four sturdy metal legs holding it waist high. It was bellowing pale smoke and sparks as he flipped pieces of chicken, hamburgers and hotdogs. I it occurred to me that he was taking quite a risk, since he was wearing nothing but a woven necklace. Some of the group had opened the insulated picnic chests they’d brought with...