That morning she wanted to enjoy the pool and the sunshine and get a nice tan for the concert, but she still felt awful without speed. Every noise irritated her, from the sound of the music pumping through the speakers to the crickets chirping in the tall grass at the edge of the golf course. The click of her fellow Bunnies’ heels on cement reminded her of the alarming sound of the shutter clicking in Mr. Saito’s camera. She tried to push the memory into the back corner of her mind, along with all the other bad memories and her nagging bouts of insecurity and grief that haunted her when she wasn’t on pills. The sun was offensively bright, and the humidity from the previous evening’s storm made her hair look like a mess of broken springs. Instead of mingling, she sank into a lounge chair, exhausted and cranky.

She knew she had to come down, although she hadn’t anticipated that she’d land with such a heavy thud. She could sleep for days. Her desire for sleep was almost as great as the sudden unwelcome desire for food. She closed her eyes and imagined herself biting into a big burger. Maybe she’d ask Arthur to take her to the A&W. Maybe they’d skip the boat ride and spend the afternoon in bed and he could cook for her the way he had during the week she spent with him, when he made pasta. It was delicious, even if she only had a few bites. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the feel of Arthur’s hand gliding over her hip.

She woke to the feeling of someone blocking her sun.

“Hey.” A familiar, laconic voice.

She opened her eyes, convinced she was still dreaming, and saw a man wearing a pair of big reflective sunglasses and a navy shirt tucked into his tight jeans. His ash-blond hair was longer now, almost to his shoulders, and fell in a lazy Andy Gibb wave. He looked like one of the rock musicians she saw in the hallways of the resort. He was impossibly beautiful and cool.

“Mitch?” Her stomach lurched. She sat up and wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. Off in the distance she saw the pool captain watching her; even on her day off she could get written up. “What are you doing here?” She wiped the sweat off of her brow with her towel and adjusted the bra top on her bikini.

“You said I should come visit, so here I am.” He pointed at himself as if he were a gift.