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just slept and watched shows on her iPhone and worked out at the health club and slathered her body in sunblock only to take a dip in the pool and then dodge into the shade again. That was a major topic of conversation between Skye and Luce: lamenting Skye’s tendency to tan quickly because of her half-Brazilian heritage, making sure Skye’s skin was the right shade for her auditions next week, calling Skye’s manager in New York to double-check the appropriate skin color for those auditions.
    It wasn’t that Skye was being bitchy. Mostly, she was distant, like I didn’t exist. I wondered if she was madwe’d crashed her vacation. Or maybe she just thought I was a lost cause, not worth wasting her breath on. That’s how it felt one afternoon when I was playing solitaire on the balcony and she came out to hang a towel on the railing.
    “Want to play?” I asked.
    “Cards?” she asked in this voice that implied I was suggesting Go Fish.
    I held up an ace of hearts. They were typical cards with a red lattice design, not plastered with kittens or anything. “Yeah…maybe Spit or rummy?”
    Skye shook her head and went back inside.
    So that was the gist of Paradise. Solitaire all the way. The moms were always playing tennis or walking on the beach or visiting the spa. Luce suggested I get a massage and charge it to the room, but she was treating us to everything so I felt weird having her pay for that, too. Instead I visited the book exchange, where I swapped Dandelion Wine for a water-stained copy of The Bridges of Madison County , which I vaguely remember Grandma Belle sobbing into a few years ago.
    Oh, and speaking of the trip sucking, I can’t forget to mention Skye’s bikini. But first, there was mine. I’d ordered a tankini from Lands’ End, hoping it wouldbe slimming. But instead of the “rich brown” they’d promised, the color ended up more on the fecal spectrum. Also, I assumed the style would be flattering, but the bottoms stretched wide over my hips and the top had this annoying habit of sliding up, revealing my untoned tummy.
    Which brings me back to Skye.
    That first morning at Paradise, Luce made reservations for us to take a ferry out to another island a few minutes away. It leaves from the resort every hour, and people at breakfast kept saying how amazing the island is, an uninhabited sandbar out in the ocean.
    The ride across the bay was quick, maybe five or ten minutes. Once we got to the island, we trekked down a path that ended at a secluded beach enveloped by palm trees. My mom and Luce spread out their towels and stripped down to their swimsuits. Skye wriggled her cotton dress over her head and hung it on a branch. She and Luce had a brief consultation about sunblock and how much time Skye should spend in the sun. As everyone started toward the water, I slunk under a tree.
    “Jena?” my mom called. “Aren’t you coming in?”
    I burrowed my toes in the sand. “I’m not that hot.”
    “The water’s great!” Luce shouted.
    “Maybe after I warm up,” I muttered.
    I was plenty warm. In fact, sweat was festering in my cleavage. But there was no way I could expose my body. Not now. Not in front of Skye.
    She was perfect. Even more perfect than with her clothes on. She had those big boobs and a flat stomach and narrow hips and long legs and everything was amazingly toned. Also, her snow-white bikini was the kind you see celebrities wearing, with the tiny triangle tops and teensy string bottoms.
    I watched Skye splash in the water and I thought about how unfair it is that one person is endowed with so many gifts. I bet she’s even had sex. She was with Matt for almost two years. And there’s no way someone could have that body and wear that bikini and not be a sex goddess.
     
    The only bright spot at Paradise was that there was a hot guy on the premises.
    I first saw him on Sunday afternoon, our second day here. Skye and her flat stomach were safely confined in the health club, so I