Marinka strolls into the towering, sky blue beach house. It's a wonder she could ever be living in a house this big and not feeling like an incompetent wreck, like she does in her giant of a home up in Ithaca. But this summer, her parents are over in Manhattan, and her real friends will be here any minute now. Entering the house and dropping her bags in the lounge for the time being, she begins to straighten up the already pristine house, the first matter of business being to open the windows, letting the sea air drift in. The salty breeze ruffles her short black bob, but that's no matter. The wind has never felt better.