Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 The man at the beach

"I enjoyed that little show."

The voice made me jump; a man had sat down at my table; he was tall and skinny, and judging by the streaks of gray in his hair maybe in his fifties. I didn't know what to say. He stuck his hand out; "Freddie," he said.

I shook it; "Francis."

"You like the little ones then," he said; we could both still see the Poppy waving. I nodded; I could hardly deny it.

"This you first time here; I don't remember seeing you before," he said.

"Yes, my first time; a friend bought me.

"Ah, you're with Bob then," he said. I agreed that I was. "Isn't it rude to watch?"

He laughed. "I guess so, but my beach, my rules."

What do you do?

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