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| "Mad Dogs" Jack Vettriano |
"Un Tranqilo Día en la Playa"
It was fun being out on the beach, Rose thought. Even Charlotte wasn't being too much of a bother. If Patrick didn't mind her joining them, Rose saw no reason to be looking for trouble with her eccentric sister.
They started by looking for shells, but hadn't much luck on that front. Patrick had found a hermit crab shell, but the crab still calling it home hadn't been to keen on going into his pocket. Other than their crustacean friend, it was a never ending supply of broken oyster shells and sand dollars.
It was at this point that Charlotte became restless. She heaved a sigh and took languishing steps. Rose held her tongue until Charlotte started twirling her umbrella into the air.
"Are we boring you, Charlotte?" Rose asked lazily.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes at her sister. "Not like it takes much, and why must you always call me that? Everyone but you seems to get that I prefer to be called Charlie," she whined. "I don't see you going by Rosalyn."
"There are plenty of times where she is adamant about being called Rosalyn," Patrick corrected, staring off at some seagulls.
Rose's jaw dropped, and Charlotte's brow furrowed with puzzlement.
"Patrick!" Rose exclaimed, smacking him across the chest. It was then that Charlotte realized the meaning behind Patrick's words.
"Oh I don't need to know about my sister's..." Charlotte waved her hand through the air as if swatting away an unpleasant pest. "I'm sure it's boring anyway."
Rose scoffed. "I assure you, Charlie, our love life is anything but boring," she retorted arrogantly.
"Okay," Charlotte shouted. "I don't need to know." Rose sported a smug look at Charlotte's retreat. A few moments passed before anyone broke the silence.
"You're right," Charlotte said. "I am bored. I think I'll go for a swim."
"But none of us brought our suits," Rose stated.
"I've got knickers and camisole on. It's not like I'm naked," Charlotte said, eyes rolling.
Rose stood, arms crossed, as her sister, sans the dress she had been wearing, bolted towards the warm water. Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder.
"What?" Rose asked testily.
"I'll give it thirty seconds before you're in that water, too," he replied smiling. Rose glared from the corner of her eye, but her attention was quickly diverted to Charlotte's laughs.
Rose huffed and started taking off her dress. Patrick could only laugh.
"Oh, shut up, will you?" Rose said annoyed. She looked him up and down, eyebrow quirked, before taking off toward the water.
Patrick rolled his eyes and began shedding his shirt. "There is no such thing a quiet day at the beach when the Landy sisters are involved," he said to himself.
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"Are we boring you, Charlotte?" Rose asked lazily.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes at her sister. "Not like it takes much, and why must you always call me that? Everyone but you seems to get that I prefer to be called Charlie," she whined. "I don't see you going by Rosalyn."
"There are plenty of times where she is adamant about being called Rosalyn," Patrick corrected, staring off at some seagulls.
Rose's jaw dropped, and Charlotte's brow furrowed with puzzlement.
"Patrick!" Rose exclaimed, smacking him across the chest. It was then that Charlotte realized the meaning behind Patrick's words.
"Oh I don't need to know about my sister's..." Charlotte waved her hand through the air as if swatting away an unpleasant pest. "I'm sure it's boring anyway."
Rose scoffed. "I assure you, Charlie, our love life is anything but boring," she retorted arrogantly.
"Okay," Charlotte shouted. "I don't need to know." Rose sported a smug look at Charlotte's retreat. A few moments passed before anyone broke the silence.
"You're right," Charlotte said. "I am bored. I think I'll go for a swim."
"But none of us brought our suits," Rose stated.
"I've got knickers and camisole on. It's not like I'm naked," Charlotte said, eyes rolling.
Rose stood, arms crossed, as her sister, sans the dress she had been wearing, bolted towards the warm water. Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder.
"What?" Rose asked testily.
"I'll give it thirty seconds before you're in that water, too," he replied smiling. Rose glared from the corner of her eye, but her attention was quickly diverted to Charlotte's laughs.
Rose huffed and started taking off her dress. Patrick could only laugh.
"Oh, shut up, will you?" Rose said annoyed. She looked him up and down, eyebrow quirked, before taking off toward the water.
Patrick rolled his eyes and began shedding his shirt. "There is no such thing a quiet day at the beach when the Landy sisters are involved," he said to himself.
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