I saw it immediately, I opened the door.
Hanging on one of the pegs was a lady’s top that someone had forgotten.
I looked up and down the beach, to try and see if there were someone else around.
But the beach was completely deserted so I quickly sneaked inside and locked the door.
With shaking hands and a hammering heart, I took the lady’s top from the peg.
It was pink with black polka dots and had clasps, that looked like brass at the sides.
From the look of it, it must have been quite expensive.
It was dry and in size 40 the same size mom took.
That I knew from my visits to her closet.
In other words a bit too large for me.
Even so, I just had to try it on.