Danny’s out cold when he hears the shouting down the beach. Pam’s voice, not so deep but still throaty. “He grabbed me!” Danny looks up and sees her, pretty drunk, staggering in the deep sand, coming toward him, walking back toward the fire that’s dim now. He zips his fly, gets up and, still groggy, asks, “What’s the matter? What’s going on?!” It’s like a weird, bad dream. “He grabbed me! That son of a bitch grabbed my boob!” Now Danny sees Liam walking up behind her, this stupid grin on his face, his hands spread in mock innocence. “It was an accident. A misunderstanding.”
