girls are in the back of the station wagon drinking out of the bottle.
But the police are already here and we’re about to turn around and
head back home when we see him in the sand. There are seven cruisers
in a row, big old Chryslers, and Del’s dug in, a foxhole on the beach
below East Cliff, and they’ve got lights on him and he’s wearing cammo
fatigues, with ribbons, completely out of regs.