Swim That Rock (2014)
“. . . It’s 4 a.m. . . . I bolt out of bed in a panic, the alarm still echoing in my head. My feet settle on the cold floor as I get my bearings. Why am I up at four?
Now I remember. Today is the Barrington Beach opening, and I’m gonna make it there after all.
I get dressed and take the stairs down into the kitchen. Through the window I can see my mom, Trax, and Robin going through the motions. The regulars are already in their seats, gulping down coffee and fueling up for the big day.
I rush ar...ound and, still fixing my shirt, grab two gallons of water, two loaves of bread from the pantry, and two large cans of beef stew. I remember to grab a can opener and throw it all in a large canvas bag.
“Where you going with all that?” Robin stares at the bag in my hand as she bangs through the double doors.
“Me? This? It’s my lunch. It’s going to be a long day,” I say, hefting the bag.
“Are you working for Dave Becker today?”
“Yeah, sort of a last-minute thing,” I lie.
“Is he coming in?MoreLess
Now I remember. Today is the Barrington Beach opening, and I’m gonna make it there after all.
I get dressed and take the stairs down into the kitchen. Through the window I can see my mom, Trax, and Robin going through the motions. The regulars are already in their seats, gulping down coffee and fueling up for the big day.
I rush ar...ound and, still fixing my shirt, grab two gallons of water, two loaves of bread from the pantry, and two large cans of beef stew. I remember to grab a can opener and throw it all in a large canvas bag.
“Where you going with all that?” Robin stares at the bag in my hand as she bangs through the double doors.
“Me? This? It’s my lunch. It’s going to be a long day,” I say, hefting the bag.
“Are you working for Dave Becker today?”
“Yeah, sort of a last-minute thing,” I lie.
“Is he coming in?MoreLess
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