hear a word that he might recognize. But no one said “table” or “silverware” or “check.”
The small dark haired girl smiled back and his heart soared. She bent down and picked up a CD and motioned if he wanted her to put it on. He shook his head yes and the music began. It was a tune he had heard frequently on the radio in his room, late at night, with the other boys who worked with him.
To his amazement the girls started towards him and he began to panic. What would he do? What could he do? He spoke no English.
The panic lasted but a split second for in three steps she passed over his towel and onto the blanket with the two boys on his right. Where, for the next ten minutes, one boy applied coconut smelling sun block on her perfectly formed back while the other smiled and joked with her two friends.
Chang felt he had to at least go to the water’s edge. He left his pants unguarded with his eighty-five cents and return bus ticket and hopped along the hot sand to the water’s edge. He carefully then walked up to his knees. He turned and looked back where he could see the two wide blankets that flanked his white towel and the parking lot with its shiny convertibles.
Luckily the wave that knocked him down washed him ashore. He lay covered with sand for a few seconds happy that he had not drowned. As he climbed his way back to his towel, he cold feel the sand that seemed to cover his entire body.