After walking around taking a few pictures I sat down to finish my patty and return to watching the beach scene. The two girls who sorta claimed this rock as their ocean roost caught my attention. They had been out there since I arrived but never paid them real attention until now. They seldom talked to each other but I can tell they were serious friends. Every few minutes one would hand the other her phone so a photo of a new pose can be taken for admiration or deletion. Their silent communication enhanced their diva-ness. The intense heat from the sun didn’t faze them a bit.

Each time they posed, I stole the shot. Watching them got me missing the young girls I work with. I miss their silliness as well as their drama. But these ladies were never silly or dramatic. Just sunbathing divas.

As I was sipping my rum and nibbling on the patty a guy comes over to chat. His name is Joe. Nice guy, a chatterbox but not annoying. He asked to see some of the pictures because he was interested in the camera. He stopped at this shot and told me he liked it a lot. I tell him it's one of my favorites.



Our 20+ minute conversation was cut short when he was summoned to run into to town for bar supplies. He stood and smiled.

“Please, Vi, promise me you will be here when I get back. I want to talk to you more.”
“I can’t promise you that.”

A lady with long gold braids came and whisked him away. I did leave before he returned but found out he later ran into O’Neil and asked him to deliver his phone number to me. O’Neil didn’t tell me about the number until I left Jamaica. Didn’t know what to make of that so I just left it alone. BUT if I ever run into Joseph again, in my explanation of why I didn’t call, I’ll be sure to throw O’Neil under the JUTA bus.