I look at Debbi’s profile, lips pressed together, and impulsively, I turn back. “Shan, you wanna join?”
Iturn my head slowly and squint at the towel next to me. “You know,” I say lazily. “This is sooo bad for our skin.”
“I knoooow,” Shan drawls.
Neither of us move.
“Sorry, future Naomi,” I say.
Shan cracks up. “Yes, Savta Shan, I apologize for that forehead wrinkle.”
I lift a finger at the sky. “But today, we are tanned. And freckled.”
“And loving it,” Shan says.
We high-five.
A shadow looms over me suddenly, blocking my sun. Rude.
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