Her husband’s best friend swam past her, grazing her legs with his tan fingers, while she stood waist deep in the water, worried that she was too heavy to wear a two-piece suit, and knowing that his touch was no accident.
The next morning, the two couples emerged from their tents and decided to make pancakes but when the batter pooled into perfect circles in the frying pan, caterpillars dropped from the trees on to the pancakes. She threw the pancakes on the ground.
They laughed and drank coffee. The air was thick and heavy, ripe with wanting to rain.