The round golden sun glistened in the pristine blue skies rather like a Christmas ornament, except it was May. The low hum of the waves punctuated with an occasional childish scream of joy as a child met the ocean for the first time provided background sound. Donna Tollhouse, innkeeper, and her sister-in-law Maria stood on The Painted Lady Inn’s wraparound porch while peering in the direction of the ocean, which would have been visible if the trees hadn’t leafed out so much.
“I could help with your regatta-themed dishes,” Maria offered with a grin.
There were a few more screams, not so childish but equally playful. Donna, who had been holding Baby Cici, her niece, cut her eyes to her sister-in-law Maria and asked, “Did they hire another half dozen hot life guards this year?”
“Oh, my!” Maria rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face as if the thought heated her up. “You should see them. I doubt they’ll be here long. Most probably aspire to be models or actors.”
“Well then,” Donna began, then cast a mischievous glance behind her where her husband, Mark, was seated in one of the wicker chairs reading the local newspaper. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve taken a stroll on the beach.”
Mark lowered his newspaper to reply, “I’ll be more than glad to take a walk on the beach with you. No reason for you to join the mob of Legacy women drooling over boys young enough to be your son.”
A derisive snort erupted from Maria. “There’s a female lifeguard, or maybe two, attracting all the old geezers’ attention.”