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is getting old. ‘Will you stop it with the togs thing already?!’
    ‘Sorry.’
    ‘Yes, well, if either of you see Holly’s new swimsuit don’t say anything about it. It’s hideous and she hates it, but it’s the only one that would fit.’
    ‘Gotcha.’ Nat nods and, beside her, Alexa nods as well.
    That covered, I turn my attention to the view. Another ‘oh wow’. Because it’s an ‘oh wow’ kind of view, no doubt about it. You’ve got to hand it to B and G. They do things in style, those two kids. We’re on the ninth floor of the ten-floor apartment block. Not too high and not too low. Just right, in fact. Down below us, Waikiki Beach stretches out in a long, slow curve, dotted with palm trees all the way along and ending with the exclamation point of the mountainous Diamond Head, which Dad told uson the flight over is actually a dormant volcano. He also told us, to our surprise, that Waikiki is a man-made beach and that all of the sand was shipped in. Well, it certainly looks like everyone thinks it was worth it. At a couple of spots along the beach, catamaran crews are inviting people to jump on board and take a trip out on the water. People are having surfing lessons, walking along the beach, or just sunbaking. Then my eyes spot something directly in front of our building.
    ‘Hey! Look at this!’ I say to Alexa and Nat, pointing and laughing.
    ‘Are they for real?’ Alexa says, after spotting what I’m pointing at and watching for a while. ‘It’s only just eight o’clock.’
    ‘I’m afraid they are for real.’
    ‘I didn’t think anyone really did that. I thought it was just in old movies.’ Nat sounds perplexed. ‘What’s that girl called? You know, in those surfing movies. The ones they play on rainy Sundays.’
    ‘ Gidget !’ Alexa and I tell her at the same time, both laughing hard now.
    ‘Yeah, her!’
    Again, our eyes turn in the same direction. There’s a group of girls and (seriously, I’m not joking about this) they’re all wearing either pink or blue gingham bikinis and matching hats and are standing around on the sand in a circle delicately batting a blow-up beach ball to each other.
    ‘I think someone needs to introduce them to the new millennium. And to beach volleyball.’ Alexa shakes her head.
    ‘Oh come on. They’re cute.’
    ‘Too cute.’
    Okay, she’s probably right. They’re verging on too cute.
    ‘It’s a great beach, though, isn’t it?’ Alexa says now. ‘It’s gorgeous. Just stunning. I mean, admit it. You’ve never seen anything like it.’
    ‘Sorry?’ I quit looking at the four gingham-clad girls.
    ‘Huh?’ Nat turns to look at Alexa too.
    ‘The beach. It’s the best beach you’ve ever seen, right?’
    Now Nat and I turn to look at each other. And, together, we start laughing.
    ‘What?’ Alexa’s head whips from Nat to me. ‘What?!’
    I lean over and give her a pat on the shoulder. ‘Oh, possum. That’s so sweet. But, honestly, you need to come to Australia sometime. Or New Zealand. If you think this is nice, our beaches will blow your mind.’

‘I don’t know about you guys, but my fingers are turning into prunes,’ I say after a good forty-five minutes in the spa. I flip my hand over to show Nat and Alexa the damage.
    ‘Yuck. Me too,’ Nat says, inspecting her own.
    ‘Three.’ Alexa grimaces.
    ‘Want to go out and get some brunch?’
    The other two girls agree.
    ‘And then I might need a nanna nap. I slept pretty well on the flight over, but I still feel weird.’
    ‘Good idea,’ Alexa says as she climbs out of the spa.
    ‘But we can’t sleep. We’re in Hawaii. Anything could happen!’ Nat stands up behind us.
    Alexa turns to look at her, but I’m distracted for a second by one of the gingham crew running after thegroup’s dropped beach ball. I still manage to answer her, though. ‘We’re here for ten days,’ I tell her. ‘You’ll have to sleep sometime and … ow!’ I whip around quickly, as something