Brian comes back from the office with the keys and we take our things up to the seventh floor. I open the door and a coolness overtakes me, drawing me in. I cross the marble tile in the kitchen past the glossy granite countertops and the framed nautical watercolors on the walls and slide open the heavy balcony door. The vastness of the ocean stretches out to infinity. Seagulls sing as they glide by. The roaring surf dances around families walking the beach. A plane passes with a large banner that says "Fargo Bob's Buffet: All-You-Can-Eat Crab Legs" and I wonder who the hell is Fargo Bob and how he got that name, but I'm not interested in the crab legs. Brian puts a hand on my shoulder and says, “Quite a view, eh?”I nod and brace the railing, leaning over to see the people lounging beside the pear-shaped pool down by the boardwalk.“Wanna put on some shorts and head down? We'll unpack later.”I say sure and take my stuff into the master bedroom. The bathroom is unlike anything I've ever seen.
