Marcy was excited to spend the first summer on her own, well, not completely alone. She knew Anon would spend lots of time with her. “Hey, Anon!” Marcy waved, smiling. She was wearing a blue bikini top and beige pants. She jumped off her yellow bike and picked up her surfboard. Anon, also in swim clothes, was waiting. She ran to them, falling into the sand. “How are you? I’m sorry I’m late. Look, I brought lunch!” She held up two brown paper bags. “I made you a sandwich and dessert. Should we eat now or go in the water first?”