Sammy couldn't do the full sunworship ritual like the others. She burned far too easily for that and had no special talent to either heal it or kill the pain. But a pasty white girl did need some sun so she located a place that still offered a little shade, planted the lounge she'd lugged out with her, and settled into it with a sigh.
The book she'd brought with her, something with the word 'fire' in the title, was dropped on the sand as she closed her eyes.
The small clock face tattoo on her hip was just barely peeking over the edge of her suit.
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