A lady with silver hair and a pair of trendy sunglasses honks twice and waves the moment my aunt comes outside her house. “See you guys tomorrow,” Aunt Molly calls out, waving at us. “Rhonda, you look fabulous.” See you tomorrow? Who the hell is Rhonda? I don’t get to ask where she is going and w...
Thea rushes through the main room of the house where we’ll be staying for the next week. “Maybe Seattle was a bad choice; I should be living in the Caribbean.” As she jumps onto the bed, she directs her sweet eyes to Matt. “Can we do that? Move here forever?” “You said this was a private island,”...
the old lady ahead of me, with the pixie silver gray hair and sweet smile, commented. She held a basket with children’s books, as well as a few classics. “Roger—my late husband—would’ve yelled at the poor young girl. He lacked patience, but I loved the man. He died three years ago; he had a strok...