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Sharing Every Loving Moment

Katrine watched them fooling around on the beach, the sea lapping lazily on the foreshore and many tourists, like her and the family, basking in the sunshine. Some strolled, many swam but not too far out, and others ran in the water chasing a frisbee that someone in their group had thrown, and the little breeze that there was catching it and carrying the disc out of reach, those giving chase stumbling into the water. Such falls were greeted with hoots of laughter.

She needed no reminding of the moment a frisbee had struck her sun lounger at the last stopover and who it had brought into her life, if only for a few tempestuous hours. What had followed that impetuous liaison were moments of bonding with her son, Dion, whom she now watched fooling around with his sister, Natalie. Both of them seemed to have changed, almost overnight, and they were no longer embarrassed to be in their parent’s company and on holiday away from their home in Limoges.

Her bonds with Natalie and Dion were now so very distinct and if her husband, Matis, noticed the change he gave no sign, or said not a word, about it. He was to be seen laughing as the three of them played beach tennis, simply knocking the small ball from one to the other as they stood in a triangle, but not equally spaced, the two men swatting the ball over greater distances than they chose to do with Natalie.

They were all oiled up, their skins glistening, as the heat of an unrelenting sun beat down on them, the men in ...

... beach shorts and Natalie in a figure-flattering, high-necked racer-cut swimsuit in navy blue. She had reluctantly bought one too, but in a mute orange and the stretchy straps black.

Like her daughter, she filled it nicely only she was fleshier and she had wavered on seeing how flattering it was and much to the approval of Matis, and even Dion, when she had been seen getting ready for their day out on the beach, but in her son’s case that admiration was more discreet.

She sighed. The saying of mothers loving their sons but raising their daughters had become ragingly real, and her role complicated by the strains she often felt in her marriage to Matis.

“Come and play with us,” Matis asked as he came over to her and knelt on the rug that she had spread out on the sand. “You can always go for a swim if the sun’s too hot for you but take off that tank top and slip off your skirt, or you won’t get tanned like we are.”

“I don’t seem able to take the heat like you three.” She smiled thinly as she answered him, stroking her arms and knowing that the sun oil was keeping her from burning. One of Dion’s many caps, with its broad rim, kept the sun off her face. He meant well, she knew that, but Matis did like to have them all obeying what he asked. “Anyway, I’m not as pale as when we set off a week or so ago from home, am I?”

“No, you’re even more beautiful than before and your hair’s gone much blonder. I don’t see any tan lines either. You overdid it, I think, at the camp we ...