My face grew hot.
"I just feel more comfortable covered."
Amanda leaned back.
"Probably for the best. Some things aren't meant for public display."
I turned to her.
"That wasn't necessary, Amanda."
"I just feel more comfortable covered."
She shrugged. "I'm just saying what people notice."
"No. You're saying what you notice."
Her eyebrows lifted.
For once, I didn't take it back.
Amanda glanced toward Yvonne and Jillian.
"Great. Now she thinks I've upset you."
"I'm just saying what people notice."
"You have."
Amanda stared at me.
I looked toward Sophie instead.
A minute later, she climbed out and hurried over, dripping across the concrete.
"Grandma, why aren't you swimming?"
I looked at her.
Sophie studied my face, then turned toward Amanda.
"Grandma, why aren't you swimming?"
"Mom, is Grandma sad because of the photos you send to your ladies?"
Amanda's hand closed around her phone.
Her face went red.
I stopped breathing for a second.
"What photos?"
"Sophie doesn't know what she's talking about."
I stopped breathing for a second.
"Yes, I do."
"Sophie, go back in the water."
"But I saw pictures of Grandma yesterday. And I saw another one today."
Amanda sat up sharply.
I held out my hand.
"What picture?"
"Linda."
"Sophie, go back in the water."
There was something in her voice I'd never heard before. It wasn't annoyance. It was fear.
And suddenly, I wasn't thinking about my swimsuit anymore.
"Show me your phone."
Amanda pulled it closer. "No."
"Did you take a picture of me this morning?"
"It wasn't like that."
"Show me your phone."
"Then show me. Prove me wrong, Amanda."
Sophie stepped closer to my chair.
"I saw the others too, Grandma."
Amanda turned sharply. "Sophie. Be quiet!"
I looked at my granddaughter. "Where?"
"On Mom's phone. I was taking pictures of Cooper."
"I saw the others too, Grandma."
Cooper was their new puppy, and Sophie had spent most of the week filling Amanda's phone with blurry pictures of his ears.
"Sophie, that's enough," Amanda hissed.
