I decided she just wanted a quiet, less densely populated place to hang out.
But I was too curious not to study her, which was easy, since she never looked at me. Her auburn hair curled on her shoulders as she stiffly sat, legs straight out in front, arms crossed at her chest; a position of discontent, as if she were hugging herself because no else would. And yet, something suggested that she didn’t need anyone to hug her; a stiffness, a defiance, or stubbornness in the way she jutted her chin.
I chose not to interrupt her thoughts with the questions burning inside me. Or I couldn’t; due to the sudden peanut-butter-mouth I seemed to have acquired.
She got up and jumped in the pool to wrestle a beach ball away from some guys who had taken it from the smaller kids. She had a sense of duty; of right and wrong. That’s where we differ. I’d just let it be. It’s not my problem. Why get involved?
Later, I watched her walk up the trail from the pool, alone.
And I almost tripped over a tree root. City Slicker laughed.