The little girl was pouring wine--white wine into glasses. Not too much though. The she filled it up to the very top. She wasn't coming back. It was sunny and hot and a TV ad for black hair products in humidity was being shot on the beach. The girls changed from one to another. It was hot and sunny and they were worried about me getting sunburned so they put sand on my face and told me somebody else would be coming back by. The little girl turned to go out the door. She wandered between here and the door and the door and there. Stephen Sprouse came and was sitting in a wooden chair with arms. He had on a plaid suit like a little boy--with shorts, sitting sideways when the other chairs were front to back.