5
SAVANNAH
SEPTEMBER 1, 2007
“Man, it’s too busy to be at the beach.”
Two years after that hope-filled spring break, I flopped backward on the towel and brought my wide-brimmed hat over my face. It made it so I couldn’t see the hundreds of people that had congregated on Tybee Island, but it did nothing to block the noise. The beach was my happy place, and they were ruining it.
“Words I never thought I’d hear out of your mouth,” Maddox said.
“I don’t like it when it’s this busy.”
We’d spent all summer with Lila and Marley at the beach. But they were safely away at their respective colleges. It was just me and Maddox left behind. We wouldn’t start at Savannah College of Art and Design until next week. And Labor Day on Tybee was packed.
Maddox chuckled. “You love people, Jos.”
“True.
