“Oh, please. There are children and men here.”
She laughed.
“Oh, please. There are children and men here. If you need to do that, at least have the decency to use a restroom.”
She did not stop there.
Instead, she came closer.
Close enough to film.
She tilted the phone, trying to catch a better angle beneath the edge of the umbrella. I turned my shoulder and pulled the blanket higher over Oliver’s head.
Then she swung the phone slightly.
“Please stop recording me,” I said.
She looked at me like I had missed the point.
“My name is Karen, and I feel responsible for documenting what families have to deal with now,” she said. “You may think this is normal. A lot of us do not.”
Then she swung the phone slightly, not just at me now, but toward Sophie and back toward Oliver in my arms.
That changed everything.
Until then, I had been embarrassed.
She wasn’t staring at the woman anymore.
Now I was scared too.
Not that she would touch us. That she would take a few ugly seconds from our day and turn them into something ugly forever.
I saw Sophie stop moving beside the castle.
