We took off our clothes and filmed the whole thing. She said that it would be our proof.
When I asked her what we were proving, she told me it was my innocence.
“Innocence of what?’
“Murder.”
“Murder?”
“If they ever accuse you of murder, you’ll show them. I’ll be your alibi.’
She put her hands over my eyes and I lost track of the sand.

“You’ve got an alibi too, then.”
She took her hand away and stood.
“The alibi is yours alone.”
Her pendulum hips grew smaller and smaller as she walked.