Three miles down the beach and it’s just us and the ocean. Laura strips off her suit and prances into the waves. She squeals and goes under and surfaces with an explosion of girl. She waves and a wave knocks her over and she sputters up and shakes her finger at the sea. “Come in, come in, come in,” she shouts, and I cup my ears as if I can’t hear. She turns and swims out and manages to float. The waves roll over her but don’t roll her over. She is so beautiful.