December 6 （visa expires in 39 days）
When I got back from the beach I dropped in on the Arielis.
I was in such a good mood; I didn’t want to be alone.
Naama and Eli were in the kitchen preparing dinner.
I plonked myself down on the sofa and turned on the TV.
I liked watching TV at their place because they had Israeli channels. I only had Netflix.
Keren popped her head out of her room to see who was there.
“Aren’t you tired from cleaning all day?”
“What?”
“I know you were cleaning beaches today.”
“How do you… ooh.”
“Dimwit. So many beautiful places in Phuket and you take him to a filthy beach!?”
“It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t know it would be like that. Anyway, it’s none of your business.”
“Of course it’s my business! Without me you wouldn’t even know who he is.”
“Maybe that would have been better. It’s because of you that I thought he was super shallow!”
“How…?”
“Hey kids, quit arguing. There are plenty of Americans on the beach. And, if not, then Australians. I think they’re better looking, actually.” Naama winked at her husband.
Keren screwed up her face in disgust and slammed her door.
She’d touched a nerve about the dirty beach. That’s why I got annoyed. Daniel’s reassurances hadn’t convinced me that it was okay. I’d apologize later – or go one better and make one of her dreams come true….