Yuna At The Beach (Pages 15-17)

Page 15:
Motorcycles come down the road, roaring like lions and smoking up the air. One, two, three, four of them. The leader holds up his arm. They all slow down.

Page 16:
They stop on our side of the road, turn off their engines, and get off their motorcycles. It’s quiet. The smoke fogs the air. When they take off their helmets, I see hair. Long, brown, blond, flowing down upon their shoulders. They are not men. They are women come to save our day.

Page 17:
Flowers grow and fancy birds perch up and down their tattooed arms. You got a flat? You speak English? Don’t have a spare? It’s not too bad. Just needs a patch. Hop on. We’ll get you to a station. I’ll take you. I’ll take you. You come with me. I got the tire. Hold tight.

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