Tulip and Beth
"Miserable is subjective," Tulip said. "Do you have children? Word of advice. If you get pregnant, time it so you're not this far along in July." She pushed a lock of hair out of her face.
And offered a smile. "It's the heat that's making me miserable, but it's making everyone miserable, so." She shrugged. "If you really don't mind, a fresh, cold bottle of water would be nice." She had one, half empty and already warm.