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Picture this. The sun is shining like golden fire in a cloudless, Carolina blue sky. The ocean sparkles, and waves break on the sand around the feet of delighted, screaming children. Gulls cry overhead, adding their voice to that of the sea.
But it’s getting a little warm under your beach umbrella, so you slather on some sunscreen, SPF 100, and wade out into the water. It’s wonderful! You and your daughter-in-law hang from the side of a surfboard talking while you lazily float over perfectly sized waves.
Your shoulder starts to itch under your bathing suit strap so naturally you scratch it. It itches worse. You scratch it again, but nothing stops the itching. In fact, it’s getting worse and worse. You get out of the water as fast as you can and run to the outdoor shower where you rinse yourself thoroughly, allowing the water to run all the way through your bathing suit. Before you get finished your daughter-in-law shows up. “I’m itching to death!” she cries.
She sure is. She has allergic whelps all over her, and her lips are starting to swell. Quick! Let’s run to the store for some Benadryl. She takes it, and some of the blotches start to fade. What in the world happened?
Fast forward one day. Same scenario. Guess we won’t be getting back in the water even though nobody but us has the problem.
I just described my vacation in July of 2011. The people who owned the condo where we were staying said that every few years microscopic jellyfish migrate up the coast from Florida. The itching we felt was the jellyfish stinging us. Since they are microscopic it wasn’t painful, just itchy. Some people are affected, and some aren’t. They were getting trapped inside our bathing suits, and when they stung us they were trying to escape. We had never heard of such a thing, but since we’re going back to the same place this year I hope they’re through with their migration. I promise this is a memory that will stay with us for a long time.
Susan English can’t stand Robin Lanford! She’s so full of herself she irritates everyone on the faculty of Fairfield High. When Robin bets Susan fifty dollars that she can’t get a date with Kurt Deveraux, the head football coach, Susan jumps at the chance to put the little heifer in her place. She had no idea that teaching Robin a lesson would irrevocably change her life, strain treasured friendships, and throw two families into chaos.
About the Author:Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina where she obtained a master’s degree in personnel services from Clemson University. She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest. When she’s not writing or teaching, she enjoys movies, quilting, reading, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments.
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