See you at two,” Melody said as she got out of the backseat of her dad’s car and moved to the front. Zellie had already climbed behind the wheel and was adjusting the rearview mirror. “Bye, girls. Don’t forget to bring the potato salad.” He winked at Melody. “I think it’s my best batch yet.” “We won’t forget,” Melody assured him. She shut her car door and watched her dad go into the church. “So, where did you tell Dad we were going today? I can’t believe he let us borrow his car.” Melody shrugged. “He’s so happy we’re both going to the picnic that I think he would have let us take the car to Portland.” She pulled two plain navy tank swimsuits from her bag and a tube of 55 SPF. “I just told him we wanted to go to the lake for a few hours and lay out.” Zellie nodded and drove out of the church parking lot. “I wondered what the beach towels in the backseat were for.”
