Lee sighs again, almost in relief. "I go once," she says, "but it was autumn, everything was close. Then I don't remember how to get back. And Rich doesn't like me to go."
Lee mentioned off-hand once that Rich doesn't even like her to go outside on sunny days and that had not ended well. He doesn't like tan lines; yes that's ridiculous and unfair; yes he's a big phoney; can we please drop the subject. It's just part of her job. He's certainly not the only photographer who feels that way. It wouldn't be a problem if they let her keep her damn clothes on.
But she wants to go to the beach. She needs it, actually, the sea. Maybe it will help. Maybe it will hold her together.
Logistical problems, like what to do about a swimsuit, she'll figure out when she gets there.
Lee puts her hand back on his chest over his heart, her eyes closed.