The three people lying on the sand beach were motionless.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
Franklin Cody approached closer and closer, tirelessly blowing his whistle.
He didn't kick anyone or shout, but simply used the whistle to torment the three of them.
After a good while, Flossie Wright could no longer endure it. She grabbed a handful of sand tightly and, with support, lifted herself off the ground.
First swaying, Flossie opened her clenched fist, letting the sand slip through her fingers, before she slowly began to shuffle forward.
In the end—
She stood firmly in front of Franklin Cody.
Franklin Cody glanced at her and noticed her half-closed eyes and calm expression. No matter how tired she was, she always managed to maintain a bit of clarity, and no one could cause her mind to wander.
She was tough, not at all like a woman.
After more than ten days of interacting with her, Franklin Cody had only this to say about her.
