Foam by Laurel Senick

Author:Laurel Senick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Beach Read, summer beach read, womens suspense, sports and outdoors, addiction recovery
Publisher: Sophie's Treehouse Media LLC
Published: 2023-06-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

On Monday morning, I drove to Edward’s grocery, swollen face and all. I was out of coffee and yogurt and down to the last roll of toilet paper. Plus, Banang did her spice run on Mondays and I planned to unexpectedly run into her. That is if she showed up.

I pulled into Edwards’s parking lot five or so minutes before they opened. My first stakeout. It was already warm, so I cracked the windows. I called Max while I waited.

“Hello.” His deep voice came through along with a flood of memories.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Did I wake you?” I scanned the parking lot and the main road.

“Actually, you did. The ocean’s still frozen and I’m hibernating.”

I paused. “I miss you, Max.”

“I miss you too.”

“How are you doing?” A few cars pulled into the lot, but Banang did not emerge.

“Oh, you know, the same. What about you? How’s Rincón?” I heard the smile in his voice.

“I’m better than I was.” At least that was true. “Things are getting better.” I sounded vague, and I hoped he didn’t notice.

“Did you get my card?”

“Sure did. It made my day.” An old sedan pulled in with Banang sitting in the passenger seat.

Max chuckled. “How’s the surf?”

“Usually perfect, but we’ve had a few small days. Some bigger swell is headed our way.”

“Nice. I check the report sometimes.”

“Rincón’s?” I asked, surprised. Banang walked inside while the driver stayed in the car.

“Yes, and I picture you enjoying ride after ride.”

I teared up. “Thanks, Max. You totally know how to cheer a girl up. How’s the crew?”

“They are the same. Old and boring but they miss you.”

“I miss you all. I better go but let’s talk again soon.”

“Anytime. Goodbye, Cass.”

“Bye.” I swiped off and raced inside, tucking away his words to think on later.

Rolling my cart down each aisle I searched for Banang until I reached the spice section. Her tiny frame stood around five feet tall. She wore high heeled flip flops, with black, knee-length shorts and a button-down denim shirt.

“Hey, Banang. I really enjoyed dinner at your place the other night.”

“Thank you.” She stared at me a moment too long, then I remembered my face was swollen.

“Wasps attacked me.” I patted my hand gently across my cheeks.

Banang searched the spice rack, pulled a jar, then handed it to me. “Put this on face.”

“Oh?” The container held meat tenderizer. “Okay, I will.” At this point I improvised a little. “I’m doing an article on Thai spices,” slight exaggeration, “and wondered if you would be willing to do an interview?” Okay, an outright lie.

“I’m very busy.” She looked back at the spices and grabbed two more canisters.

“I understand. It won’t take long. We could meet at the Coconut Café?”

“I don’t drive.” Banang straightened her ponytail.

“Oh, no problem, I can pick you up. How does Friday morning at ten sound?”

She nodded. “I will check face then.” She then hurried past me, rolling her cart towards the check out.

It hurt to smile so I smiled on the inside as I worked my way through the grocery store.

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