And Ging ate, made small talk, got up and left.Later that morning, with the temp. at about 110°, mom asked if I would take Ginger and her friends to ...he beach, giving her a chance to get some sleep. I said sure, so just before noon, Ginger and four of her girlfriends all piled into my car for the short ride to the beach. Mikey also decided he wanted to come along as well, so off we went.We found a part of the beach near the boardwalk that wasn't too crowded. The girls spread their towels on. A heated argument in Italian rose from behind the counter. All three turned and looked over at the commotion. So did everyone else in the restaurant. Tony and his wife were yelling at each other, their hands flying about madly.“Have you ever noticed that Italian is actually a form of sign language?” Annie asked.Tony came back with a dejected look on his face. “So my wife, she is very pleased that you are taking care of Joey, but she does not want to give a free meal. I told her, I have already. I excused myself and headed to the attached garage that had been turned into a smoking lounge. I hoped that between the cool exterior of the garage and my being away from her I would relax. There were a half a dozen teen cousins and their dates already there but that didn't concern me.My presence was always welcomed even though I was at least fifteen years older than most of those assembled there. I was considered Sabrina's cool uncle. I worked in radio and not the construction like the rest of. Once she caught a glimpse of it, she wished she had accidentally missed the post-it and not even bothered with it. It was, quite literally, a sultry French maid outfit! Her face was soon matching her hair in colour. This had to be a joke right? Bending over to reach her jeans still laying on the floor she grabbed her phone and quickly unlocked it and scrolled through the contacts, found the name she needed and pressed dial before putting it to her ear and listening to the dial tone then allowed.