the last book I ever read (Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, excerpt eleven)

from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath:

We browned hot dogs on the public grills at the beach, and by watching Jody and Mark and Cal very carefully I managed to cook my hot dog just the right amount of time and didn’t burn it or drop it into the fire, the way I was afraid of doing. Then, when nobody was looking, I buried it in the sand.