"I have to admit, Bea," said Audrey as she sat in the plush cushion of the chair on the deck, "I'm a little jealous of you." She held her drink by the stem of the glass, and the miniature umbrella, a relic of the old world, spun along the rim as the toothpick handle was pushed around by the ice cubes. Her strawberry daiquiri on the rocks was sour and heavy on the rum, so she was waiting for the ice to melt a little more.
Beatrice chuckled and her martini sloshed over the side. She held a thin cigarette in her right hand, between her index and middle finger, and brought it to her lips to take a long drag. She coughed, her lungs not used to the indulgent burn, and waved away the haze.
"Lord have mercy, you're going to give me a heart attack." Beatrice's accent was thickly British, although it had been two decades since she'd left the UK for the island nation where they lived now. "Dame Audrey Winchell is jealous of me?" She fanned herself, pretending to be on the verge of fainting.
"Stop teasing." Audrey settled back into the cushion and looked up at the blue sky. Gulls chattered from the shore, and a cool breeze rustled the curtains as it brought in the scent of the sea. "You know what I mean."
A young, tan man was treading the sandy shore, wearing nothing more than a Speedo. His muscular figure, wet with a layer of sweat, gleamed in the sunlight. Audrey put her hand to her forehead, above her sunglasses, to block the glare as she lecherously gazed at him. It was William Packard, and he'd been in for his surgery just weeks ago. She wondered how long it would take for him to pad his new physique with a layer of fat from his legendary sweet tooth.
"Believe me, Audrey, I'm far from lucky. You have no reason to be jealous." Bea set her drink on the granite countertop of her kitchen. Her heels clicked on the wood floor as she made her way to the luggage near the entrance to the room. This area of her home was designed to mimic a cabana. Her large, modern mansion was in view, stretching out across the beach, perched upon the edge of the white sands where the lush vegetation encroached. From this room, she could see the wide expanse of her property, and down to her nearest neighbor's abode, half a mile away.