Mistaken Beach Showers
I reclined in the flimsy plastic chair, keeping most of my pale skin in the shadow of the beach umbrella. I loved being with my friends away from home, but the sun and I aren’t friends. When Tiffany told us we were going to go to the beach, of course I would be going. Just need my portable shade and SPF four million. If I would be lucky, a cloud bank might roll through and I would get to swim in the large lake for a while. Not Tiffany, though - since she got her car, she was up here every...