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    “You have the jelly filled?”  Ron asked.
    “Of course, I do.”

                        Chapter Three
     
    Lucille watched from the lifeguard station the muscular man with spiked blonde hair walk down the beach toward the lake.  She was a sucker for ripped men.  She turned her gaze away from the man and watched an overweight boy burying his sleeping dad in a mound of sand.  The day was calm for the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  A slight breeze blew across Lake Michigan making it the perfect day to be at the beach.
    “Hey sexy,” Benton said, admiring Lucille’s perfectly tanned body.  Her long, raven black hair ran down to her shoulders.
    “Eyes on them, not me.  I’m not the one that could need a lifeguard.”
    “Lucille, you never know.  Something could happen to you, and you could need mouth to mouth.”
    “Benton, only in your sick fantasies.”
    “I can’t help myself.”
    “Hey, no shoving people under the water!” Lucille screamed through her megaphone at a boy forcibly playing with his sister.  The boy looked at her and waived.
    “Unfortunately, he’ll probably do it again,” Benton said as he climbed the steps leading up to the lifeguard post.  “I found some more empty beer bottles.  Somebody had a party here on the beach last night again.”
    “Probably some teens.”
    “I found a couple used you know what.”
“That’s gross,” Lucille said, shaking the sand out of his blonde hair.  “What were you doing rubbing your head in the sand?”
    “Sand gets in everywhere.”
    “Benton, to the right.  Drowning victim,” she said and quickly ran down the steps of the guard post with Benton following behind.  She ran down the beach and jumped into the water.  She swam over to the person that was struggling.  She grabbed the guy and pulled him onto the beach.  He spit up some water and grabbed his left leg.  He had large cuts on it and was bleeding badly.
    “I’ll grab the medical gear,” Benton said and ran back to the guard post.
    “What happened?”  Lucille asked.
    “I don’t know.  I saw something swim past me and then whatever it was grabbed me.  At first, I thought it was a shark.  It pulled me under and then swam away.”
    Benton ran back over to them and worked on the wound.  “It’s deep.  This should stop the bleeding for now.”
    “We better get him to a hospital.”
    “Lucille, help me get him to the jeep.”
    After Benton drove, Lucille walked over to the lake and looked for any clues to what had attacked the man.  The marks were huge.  They looked more like claw marks.   People were swimming, and she didn’t see signs of a shark anywhere.  She thought about her favorite movie, Jaws.  The last thing the beach needed was a great white shark attack.  She quickly dismissed that thought as she watched a small sailboat pass by in the distance.  She hoped that the guy snagged his leg on a jagged rock. The waves were picking up.  Satisfied there wasn’t anything dangerous swimming in the water, she headed back to the guard post.
    Later after Benton returned from the hospital, she walked over to the beach front café and ate a hamburger.  She watch the construction crew work on the new café.  In the distance she could see the protestors holding up their signs.  She laughed at the guy wearing the rat costume.  He had to be sweating up a storm. 
    “I hate those protesters,” Simon, the café’s owner, said.  “So what if the company isn’t union.  They were the only company that could do the job within my budget.  At least, I know the job will be done in a timely fashion.  Union workers take unnecessary coffee breaks and work whatever pace they want.  It could take several more months to build it with a union company.  I made the right choice.”
    “I’m sure that’s not how union companies work,” Lucille said.
    “Believe what you want.  In a