Hindy waddled out of the water, flailing her arms. “My knee— it’s b-b-burning!”
The stillness at the beach was breathtaking.
Pessie tiptoed over the white sand, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.
“Isn’t this the most beautiful place in the world?” she asked Hindy.
“It’s stunning,” Hindy agreed.
They’d woken up early for their first session at the beach, hoping to beat the midday blazing sun. Pessie had thought about skipping this session — she had to go shopping first, her swim stuff was in her suitcase, wherever that was — and she was still wearing her clothing from the day before. But every moment at the beach was crucial for Hindy, and they couldn’t afford to squander a single session. So what if her good shoes got sandy? They approached the water.
“Don’t go far,” Pessie instructed Hindy. “And remember, stay on your back the whole time, and chas v’shalom don’t stick your head in.”
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