Upon hearing the birds, I giggled to myself as I remembered something my friend Meek had said to me just a couple days ago, “Them seagulls sound like a bunch of old ladies at a Tupperware party.”
I didn’t stay still for very long, only a moment or two, before I became aware that it was getting rather soggy inside my board shorts.
“Hey Gil! Where’s your bathroom?” I called out.
Without saying a word, he pointed in the direction of the short hallway between the front door and my bag, which still lay on the floor, not far from the front door. I lugged my bag down the hall and was surprised when I turned to the right and saw that the hall continued farther than I would have expected.