Sophie looked at the phone and then back at her face.
The woman looked around as if an answer might appear beside her.
“I don’t have one with me.”
Sophie looked at the phone and then back at her face.
“Then why are you telling my mom how to feed hers?”
The whole beach went quiet.
A grandmother sitting two umbrellas down lifted a hand toward Sophie.
The woman straightened and tried to recover.
“Sweetheart, come back to your mother,” she said.
Then she turned to the woman.
