Resting Beach Face
-- EXCERPT: So, you know when you’re in the shower or on a long drive and your mind starts to wander and you find yourself thinking about that moment when you’ll have a chance encounter with the person who tore your heart to shreds? Yeah, of all the ways I imagined this, not one time did I picture myself crawling under the door to a dressing booth, with three pairs of high-cut cotton knickers in my hand, no less. I get down on all fours on the not-so-clean tile floor, then flatten out as though I’m about to do one of those crawl-through-the-mud training exercises the army seems to like so much. A woman with a stroller happens to come out from behind a nearby clothing rack and gasps. “Oh no! This is not what it looks like. I’m not some perv sneaking a look at women while they change,” I say quickly. She purses her lips and does the one-eyebrow raise while pointing at the undies I’m clutching. “These are for my mum,” I tell her, but I can see in her eyes, this woman has already made up her mind about me. And she’s certain I’m a total pervert. “Wait!” Hadley says. “Is there a woman there? Maybe she could help me?” Yes! Brilliant. I glance back up only to see the woman hightailing it out of here. “She’s gone.” “Damn.” “I guess I’m all you’ve got,” I tell her.
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