Beach Moms — Mature

Elena looked up to see Sarah, her best friend of thirty years, trekking across the dunes. Sarah dropped her bag and collapsed into the chair beside her, her skin glowing with the kind of confidence that only comes from outliving the need to impress anyone.

"In the side pocket. And there’s a turkey wrap if you’re hungry," Elena said, not moving her eyes from her book. mature beach moms

Elena smiled, looking at the first star blinking over the horizon. "I'll bring the wine." Elena looked up to see Sarah, her best