Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room its the Beach Boys California Dreamin. Dawn looks at me and I smile theyve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. Hear youre a surfer boy! she says and she mimics riding a wave.
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Carla H. Krueger.