Olivia (Logan 5)

matter how generous and forgiving they were, Belinda

always took advantage.

I got into my car and headed for the beach road

I knew they had taken. There was one area on the east

end that the school kids always favored, even before

my day. Sure enough, as I started down the road, I

saw cars were still parked there. This was going to be

an all-nighter.

I found a space and parked and then plodded

over the sandy beach toward one of the bonfires. I

heard laughter to my right and radio music caught in

the wind. It whipped at my hair a

nd spit some sand

into my face. The ocean roared in on a line of

whitecaps.

I saw couples wrapped in blankets around the

fire, but none of the girls was Belinda. They gazed up

at me curiously. Some even had bottles of whiskey

and wine.

I continued toward the next bonfire, my anger

boiling over like a pan of hot milk. Once again, I did

not see Belinda, but I did recognize Marcia Gleason

and Arnold Miller. Arnold nearly jumped out of his

blanket when he saw me bearing down on them. "Where's my sister?" I demanded.

"Belinda?" he said stupidly, sitting up slowly. I

could see Marcia was topless under the blanket. "No, my other ten sisters. Of course, Belinda.

Where is she?"

"I'm not sure . ."

"Someone is going to get into a lot of trouble if

I don't find her within the next minute," I threatened.