Another trip so soon would break their budget, but Mohinder kept those and any 'unfun' thoughts from his head, even leaving his bag with the textbook in the car. If he grew bored, he could always sleep, right? Or spent time talking to Matt while Molly played. They'd just hit the sand when Molly took off to 'find a spot' and Matt's mental question came.
Both men yelled for Molly to keep in sight before Mohinder could answer and the Indian laughed, pausing to kick off his shoes before he bent down the scoop the sandals by the heel straps.
I'm not as excited as the two of you, but trying to compete there might be a folly, he responded to Matt, looking up at him over the edge of his sunglasses.
Molly jumped up and down in place, just above the edge of the water, in a spot where no other families had plopped down just yet. It was as good a spot as any and Mohinder placed down the cooler as if to claim that bit of sand, officially, as their own. Two lightweight chairs he'd had on a strap over his shoulder followed and while he knelt to unfold them, Molly was already kicking off her shoes, the floppy straw hat Mohinder had insisted on and her cover up jacket.
"You can rent body-boards, Matt!" she cried, already selecting her 'fun parent' to wriggle at and chatter excitedly too. She'd been through so much and grown up so fast, but Mohinder was always glad to see that despite the horrors in her life, he and Matt were able to coax out the little girl from inside of her tougher shell more and more often.
"That sounds dangerous," Mohinder said, pulling off his shirt too to fold up while he prepared the blanket. His smooth muscles stood out in sharp contrast to the pale yellow sand. He was only joking, of course, but it had the desired effect: Molly wrinkled her nose and looked pointedly at Matt. Evidently, they were now in some sort of mental conversation on the subject.
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Both men yelled for Molly to keep in sight before Mohinder could answer and the Indian laughed, pausing to kick off his shoes before he bent down the scoop the sandals by the heel straps.
I'm not as excited as the two of you, but trying to compete there might be a folly, he responded to Matt, looking up at him over the edge of his sunglasses.
Molly jumped up and down in place, just above the edge of the water, in a spot where no other families had plopped down just yet. It was as good a spot as any and Mohinder placed down the cooler as if to claim that bit of sand, officially, as their own. Two lightweight chairs he'd had on a strap over his shoulder followed and while he knelt to unfold them, Molly was already kicking off her shoes, the floppy straw hat Mohinder had insisted on and her cover up jacket.
"You can rent body-boards, Matt!" she cried, already selecting her 'fun parent' to wriggle at and chatter excitedly too. She'd been through so much and grown up so fast, but Mohinder was always glad to see that despite the horrors in her life, he and Matt were able to coax out the little girl from inside of her tougher shell more and more often.
"That sounds dangerous," Mohinder said, pulling off his shirt too to fold up while he prepared the blanket. His smooth muscles stood out in sharp contrast to the pale yellow sand. He was only joking, of course, but it had the desired effect: Molly wrinkled her nose and looked pointedly at Matt. Evidently, they were now in some sort of mental conversation on the subject.