![]() ![]() And Claudia and Gideon are the two youngest, so they get shoved together and there is no way to avoid it, even though Claudia’s eleven and Gideon’s barely six. But she always ends up playing with him anyway, at least when we’re here. She always says she’s way too old to play with Gideon, and she’s not going to, no way, and if we want a babysitter, we can pay her. Outside, Claudia is laughing loudly enough for us to hear. ![]() ![]() We’re moaning every time we see a particularly good wave roll by and looking at each other-maybe we should go out? Maybe we can? No. Noah and I linger by the windows on the other side of the family room, our foreheads pressed against the glass. My mother, who’s a little too old and way too pregnant to run around outside and parent them hands-on like she used to, drifts to the porch off the first floor to watch them and make sure they don’t kill themselves, one hand on her stomach, one on the railing. They’re greasy and gritty now with sand and seawater, so there’s no point in dragging them back inside and getting everything dirty our first night here, plus none of us feel like putting in the effort to chase them. ![]() He and Claudia slipped outside to the beach and were out there for at least ten minutes before my parents or Noah or I noticed they were gone. ![]()
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