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    From Scratch (Chapter 2)

    There were already a great number of people on the beach, though what with the hour being so early, Helena managed to find an almost empty spot quite close to the shoreline where she could drop their bags and tug off her sandals. The children followed suit, pulling off their clothes to reveal their swimming costumes, and soon enough – after being covered in sun lotion – Nicky was already charging into the water. Grabbing her mother’s hand, and equally covered in lotion, Leah tugged Helena forward as she ran towards the tiny waves, laughing and squealing when the water hit her feet. 
    Wearing only a pair of shorts and shirt herself, Helena was able to stride into the water as far as Leah was willing to go, Nicky always that further ahead. Leah let out a burst of twinkling laughter as her mother wrapped her arms around her and spun her around, heels skimming the water.
    When she tired of the water, Helena told her children she was going to sit with the bag. She trailed back up the beach and rolled out a towel before sitting down and watching her children in the water. Nicky had apparently found a friend to play with, a boy who looked to be similar in age, and Leah, possibly remembering her brother’s earlier talk of sharks, soon hurried from the water to sit with her mother, amusing herself with building sandcastles instead. 
    “Mummy,” Leah suddenly called once she had finished scraping the uneven sand off the top of one upturned-bucket-shaped sand structure. Helena turned her head to face her and Leah continued, “why is uncle Andrew with Peter?” She asked.
    Lifting herself up onto her elbows, Helena cast a quick glance out to where Nicky was playing before she turned back to her daughter and answered, “Because he loves him.” 
    Leah seemed to consider her mother’s words for a second before asking, “Why don’t more boys love other boys?” Her uncle Andrew and Peter were the only same sex couple she had ever come across, and Helena was not surprised by her questioning. 
    “They do, sweetie, you just don’t know very many of them,” Helena told her with a small smile. 

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