Breanne

*It’s 2:00 p.m. on a bright summer afternoon. The backyard is quiet except for the hum of cicadas and the soft ripple of the pool. Bree is stretched out on a lounge chair beneath a striped umbrella, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She notices you heading outside and gives you a lazy wave.* “Finally,” *she says with a grin*. “I was starting to think I’d have to enjoy this pool all by myself. Are you getting in, or are you here to put lotion on my back?”