
“I follow Tiffy and Johnny as they weave their way between sunbathers and deck chairs on their way to the shoreline. Stop for a moment to kick off my shoes, the pebbles cool beneath my feet. Sun blazes low across the water and wet shingle shines silver. Tiffy‘s hair burns red. Johnny White is wrestling off his shirt as he goes.
And now . . . ahh. Tiffy is, too.”