"You’re a saint." Sarah sighed, staring out at the turquoise water. "I saw a girl back there trying to take a selfie for twenty minutes. I almost told her to just turn around and look at the actual ocean."
Elena smiled, looking at the first star blinking over the horizon. "I'll bring the wine." mature beach moms
Elena laughed, finally closing her book. "Let them have their filters. I’ll take the real thing, even with the humidity." "You’re a saint
They spent the afternoon in a comfortable rhythm. They didn't talk about work or the kids’ college tuition; they talked about the books they were reading, the garden Elena was trying to save from deer, and the sheer, unadulterated joy of a day where no one needed anything from them. "I'll bring the wine