Sunsets of Tulum. Mr Raymond Avery Bartlett
his feet touch the soft bottom. By the time he was out of the water the girls had dressed, and the three of them darted back to the restaurant awning just as the sky opened up and it began to pour.
“I’ve got a bottle of wine back at my room,” Reed said, as the three slid into the taxi. Sharon went first, followed by Clione, and Reed was last. Just sitting this close to her felt exhilarating, full contact from the bottom of his thigh all the way to his shoulder. He was sorry that the ride ended only minutes later when the driver pulled up to the youth hostel door.
The rain had left the courtyard empty, and they dashed across to Reed’s bungalow. He let them in and then ducked back out to the bar to grab glasses and a corkscrew. Sharon was sitting on the bed when he returned. Clione was standing, looking uncomfortable.
“This place is beautiful,” Sharon said. “How much is this?”
“Sixteen.”
“I wish I could afford that.”
Reed popped the cork, then filled each glass halfway.
“How much do the dorms cost?” he said, handing each girl some wine.
“Six dollars.”
“That’s nothing.”
Sharon shrugged. “When money’s tight, even six dollars seems like a lot.”
Reed looked at Clione. She looked away.
He put the bottle on the cement floor and then went to the bathroom, where he tossed each girl a towel.
“Sit here,” Sharon said, patting the bed. “That can’t be comfortable.”
Clione put her glass down. “I’m going to go.”
“So soon?” Reed said. He stood up. “It’s pouring out, can’t you wait for—”
“No, I think I want to be alone.” She went to the door and opened it, looking out for a second as the rain poured down. “Dinner was fun.” Before Reed could answer she had darted into the night. The door swung slowly open again after she was gone.
Reed looked at Sharon. She looked at him. Neither of them said anything. Sharon took a sip of the red.
“Is it okay if I stay?” Sharon asked. “Just until the rain lets up?”
Reed went to the threshold. Across the courtyard he saw the girl’s dorm open and a splash of yellow light across the garden as Clione went inside. Then it was dark again.
“I guess,” he answered, closing the door and returning to the bed.
“More wine?” Sharon asked, shifting her weight toward him.
Day Five
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