The boys were sticking their necks out to prove their that guys didn't need sunblock--that stuff was for girls. "When," they asked, "was the last time you heard of a turtle dying from melanoma . . .?"
Quinton had a hard time believing his father was that prejudiced–when he told them about his new friends, all his father could day was, “Cold blooded reptiles, with shells so heavy they could never fly; what are you thinking, boy?”
