The officers had pulled up to shore on their little boat and stood there awkwardly--tugging bashfully at their lapels--trying to explain the situation. A testing facility, they prattled on, not safe where she was.
All she knew is that Ralph wasn’t coming back, run off with his young stenographer. All she knew is that she was going to get a lovely tan on this beach and these men were standing in her sun.
Some say they left Betty right where she was, perfectly happy with the idea of being vaporized.
“It’ll be great for my complexion.” She said.