I tapped the screen to stop the playback.

I slipped the phone in its waterproof case back into my canvas bag.

The wealthy guests around us started murmuring to one another.

A woman in a yellow sundress whispered my family’s name to the man next to her.

The man stared at my shabby shoes and turned away, his face going deep red.

At last they all understood exactly who they’d been laughing at.

The woman who’d just been blasted with a garden hose wasn’t some trespasser.