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Lana ran her hands through her tangled hair. She wiped her mouth and made a face, tasting the inside of her mouth. “You have any water?”
“Sadly, no,” Sanjit said.
She sighed and looked at him with tired eyes. “What is it with you? You don’t even have a blanket,” Lana said.
“I wasn’t going to sleep.”
“Tell me you weren’t watching me sleep, because then I’d have to throw up.”
Sanjit grinned. “I did. I watched you sleep. And heard you sleep, too.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, you farted once. But mostly you talk in your sleep. Groan in your sleep.”
“What did I say?”
Sanjit made a show of trying to recall. “Well, mostly it was, urrgh, mmmm, unh, unh, don’t try to . . . urggh. And the fart was very, um, genteel. Like: poot-poot! Almost musical.”
Lana stared at him.
He shivered.
“Are you cold?” she asked.
“Just a little chilly. You know, from just waking up.” He shivered again and wrapped his arms around his drawn-up legs.
She pulled her top blanket off, balled it up, sand flying, and shoved it at him. He draped it over his shoulders.
“How many more dead?” she asked.
“It was five total when we left.”
Lana hung her head down for a moment and Sanjit remained silent. Then she stood up. She walked down to the water’s edge. She stripped off her outer clothing, leaving only her underthings.
Then, gritting her teeth, she ran into the surf, and as soon as the water was up to her knees, she dove headfirst. It was freezing. But it was clean. It washed away the blood and the grim
e.
She rinsed her mouth with salt water.
Then, shivering, she came back out of the water and ran back to Sanjit.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“Yes. I am. I’m a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.”
She bent down, picked up the blanket, shook the sand out of it, and wrapped it around her. Sanjit stood up.
She kissed him on the mouth.
A real kiss.
He cupped her wet head in both hands and kissed her back.
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Lana said.
For once, she noted with satisfaction, Sanjit did not seem to have a glib comeback. In fact he looked just a little sick, and very much as if he meant to kiss her again.
