Chapter 14“Oh, we’ll never be able to lug all this stuff down to the beach by ourselves. We need a few hairy brutes to help us out!” Milton put his hands on his hips, surveying the picnic hamper, the beach umbrella, the Whole Foods reusable shopping bag filled with Milton’s homemade goodies, an old sheet, beach towels, and lotions.
Milton looked dapper, as usual, in a pair of white linen pants and a pale blue Izod shirt, the color of which made his irises even more sky-like and intense. He wore a belt and a pair of deck shoes in nearly the same hue as his shirt.
Kind of old-mannish, but on him, it works.
“I suppose you’re right.” Cara had just thought they’d divvy the stuff up and make their way to Lee Street beach. “At least about carrying it all ourselves.” Yes, the beach was only two
