Seven P.M. Part 1
I am on a group vacation with my daughter Muriel and a group of young people. (I’m pretty sure I’m young, too, part of the group, not a chaperone). We’ve been there for quite awhile, and accumulated a number of things. There is a main room to our place, it’s more like an apartment, and we have rooms for sleeping – mine is apparently shared with Muriel. At one point I go into our room to change tops. I don’t even close the door, I just get out of the line of sight – no one goes into a private space without asking. Once changed I join the group again.