I dislike the beach. Maybe because the beach reminds me of families and I didn’t have one. The first time I went to the beach was with Jace’s family. We were young, so it wasn’t even a time I could check out the half naked people lying on the sand or playing in the tepid water.

It could be that I don’t like the idea that I’m swimming with fish pee and feces. Not appealing.  It could be my fear of sharks. Don’t get me wrong they are beautiful powerful creatures but I think I’d like to stay alive.

Or maybe it was because I got stung by a jellyfish the first time I went in the ocean.  Yeah, I think that’s a pretty big reason.

I don’t like sand in my toes, or anyplace else on my body.  Do you know how fucking annoying sand is when you are neat freak?  It is so hard to get rid of that shit.  It stays around forever.

Jace’s family stopped going to the beach anytime I was with them because of my phobias. I was a party pooper as young Jace put it.  I disliked the class trips to the Hamptons for the same reason.  The Venatori own a small estate out on the beach in the Hamptons for a little much needed R and R for everyone.  I spent most of the time in the house cooking, and I’m fairly sure most people were grateful for that since that meant they didn’t have to go anywhere for food.