As she is locking up the beach hut
Lucy lays her fingers on my shoulder.
I know you’ve got that thing on your face.
But the make-up looks well dodge.
Like a chav or something. Just saying.
I nod. I know.
And I do.
She nudges me and twinkles a smile
as though we’ve just had
the deepest conversation
ever.
Your skill is your smarts.