At the hot dog stand, Xavier waited in line, behind a father and two excited kids. He looked over his shoulder: on the beach, Billy was still lying on his back with his arm over his face. While the man in front of him ordered, Xavier glanced around. Two girls clad in colorful bikinis, both brunettes, tanned, and very good looking, stood by the path which led up to the street. They were staring at him. “Hi,” the one with the darker hair yelled, raising a hand at him. “Were you shipwrecked or something?”
“Hey,” he mumbled, looking away. “Nope.”
“Are you, like, Navajo or something?” The girl with the dark hair walked up to him. “Like that guy from the movie Young Guns.”
“You mean Lou Diamond Phillips? He’s part Cherokee.” Xavier didn’t look at her, but he could smell the coconut oil on her
