Laddie should be out there with his friend Tommy Randall.
She came up out of the water almost at their feet.
The boys were stretched out on their backs, faces up to the sun, and they sat up as Rina began to climb the ladder.
Laddie's face showed his annoyance at her invasion of their sanctum.
"Why don't you stay back there with the girls?"
"I've got as much right out here as you have," she retorted, after catching her breath, straightening the shoulder straps of her too-small bathing suit.
"Aw, go on," Tommy said, looking up. "Let her stay."
Rina glanced at him swiftly from the corners of her eyes and saw his gaze fixed on her partly revealed breasts.
It was at that exact moment that she began to turn into a woman.
Now even Laddie was staring at her with a curious look she had never before noticed in his eyes.
Instinctively she let her hands fall to her sides. If that was all it took to make them accept her, let them look. She sat down opposite them, still feeling their gaze on her.
A dull ache began to throb in her breasts and she looked down at herself. Her nipples were clearly limned against the black jersey of her bathing suit.
She looked up again at the boys. They were staring at her quite openly now.
"What are you looking at?"
The two boys exchanged quick, embarrassed glances and immediately looked away.
Tommy fixed his eyes out over the water and Laddie looked down at the raft.
She stared at Laddie. "Well?" The red flush crept up from Laddie's throat. "I saw you. You both were looking at my chest!" she said accusingly.
The boys again exchanged quick glances.
Laddie got to his feet.
"Come on, Tommy," he said. "It's getting too crowded out here!"
He dove from the raft and a moment later, his friend followed.
Rina watched them swimming toward the shore for a moment, then stretched back on the raft and stared up into the bright sky.
Boys were strange creatures, she thought.
The tight bathing suit cut into her breasts.
She shrugged her shoulders and her breasts leaped free of the encumbering suit.
She looked down at herself. They were white against the dark tan of her arms and throat and the nipples were flushed and pink and fuller than she had ever seen them before.
Tentatively she touched them with her fingertips.
They were hard as tiny pebbles and a warm, pleasant kind of pain flashed through them.
The warmth of the sun began to fill them with a sweet, gentle ache. Slowly she began to massage the ache away and gradually the warmth spilled from her breasts down into her body.
She felt herself go hazy with a contentment she had never known before.
5.
RINA STOOD IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND ADJUSTED the straps on the brassiere.
She took a deep breath. She turned to her mother, sitting on the bed behind her.
"There, Mother," she said proudly. "How does it look?"
Geraldine looked at her daughter doubtfully.
"Perhaps if you moved it to the last hook," she said hesitantly and delicately.
"I tried, Mother," Rina answered. "But I can't wear it like that. It cuts into me."
Geraldine nodded.
Next time, she would get a larger size but who ever would have thought a thirty-four would be so tight on such a slender frame?
Rina turned back to the mirror and looked at herself with satisfaction.
Now she was beginning to look outside more like she felt inside.
She noticed her mother watching her in the mirror.
"Do you think I could get some new bathing suits too, Mother?" she asked.
"The ones I have are too small for me."
"I was just thinking that," her mother answered. "And some new dresses, too.
Maybe Daddy will drive us down to Hyannis Port after breakfast."
Rina flashed a happy grin and ran to her mother. She threw her arms around her.
"Oh, thank you, Mother!" she cried happily.
Geraldine drew Rina's head down to her breast. She kissed the top of the white-blond head and turned the child's tanned face up to hers.
She looked down into Rina's eyes, her fingers lightly stroking her daughter's cheek.