There I
discovered, for the first time, that I no longer tanned evenly. I ended up with half my face burnt and the
other half white. I looked ridiculous
and was teased relentlessly.
Since then, it
seems, I’ve lost my ability to tan nicely.
Regardless of how I sit, which way I angle my chair, what I wear, or what
sunblock I use, I end up with a red and white blotchy look.
Jean and her
family arrive today. It’s a cloudless,
sunny, hot day. We all go to the beach.
jack and alexander |
abbey and jean |
valerie |
I ignore my
mom’s protests, “Cover up. Linder (that’s what she calls me despite my
being called Lyn by everyone else for the past 40 plus years), you'll get sun
poisoning (something I have never had).”
My sisters warn me. “You are
getting all burnt. You should sit under
the umbrella.” Because Alexander knows I
hate this, he teasingly joins in, “Mom; they’re right. You should probably come out of the
sun.” I’m stubborn and listen to no one.
But I pay for
it. Because I am holding a book, my
hands are burnt except for my finger tips from the knuckles up; those are
white. The top of my left hand is beet
red and has swelled to three times its size.
My legs and arms are half white-half red. And my face is unevenly burnt.
Alexander
takes a picture of me after I’ve showered, including my smudged mascara. To say it is unflattering would be a gross
understatement of the facts.
I don’t dare
utter one word of complaint. When asked
if it hurts, I reply, “Not at all.”
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