I look over at Daisy who agrees.

“Oh, I packed her an extra set of clothes in her bag so she’s set,” Daphne adds.

“Come on, Daisy Mae,” my mother says, holding out her hand. Daisy grabs her tote that’s almost as big as she is and waddles up to my mom, leaving Daphne and me alone on the beach.

I lean back in the bed as she stands there awkwardly, wriggling her toes in the sand. “So, a little early for dinner for us, I suppose?”

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