Allie pokes her head out the car window. Wind whips her pig tails and drowns out Dad’s terrible singing. Everything smells like oranges.
They’re off to the beach.
Mom hands out sticks of Juicy Fruit. The scent, mixed with oranges, makes Allie dizzy for things she doesn’t understand.
At the beach, she walks long with Dad. He smells like beer, and talks about things he needs. Allie doesn’t understand. She picks up a perfectly formed dead seahorse; drops it gently into Dad’s empty bottle. He keeps walking.
At sunset, when he doesn’t return, Mom cries. And Allie still doesn’t understand.