I look at Debbi’s profile, lips pressed together, and impulsively, I turn back. “Shan, you wanna join?”

I

turn 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.

“Naomi?”

I lift my sunglasses. “Debbi?”

Debbi is standing over me, face unreadable. I struggle to a sitting position.

“Hey, Debs, what’s up? Where were you before? I was looking all over.”

The side of her mouth curls up. “Really? Cuz I was in the bunkhouse, reading.”

Yikes. “Okay, officer, you got me,” I say, smiling. “I only looked outside.”