Not even a hint of one. It’s not that I care that the ozone layer has a hole in it the size of China. I could give a shit about SPFs and suntan lotion. When I do venture out in the sun on that rare occasion, I watch my freckles multiply like rabbits on fertility drugs. But I like my freckles, so it has nothing to do with that. I just hate to slow down.But here I was in paradise.I ventured downstairs after sending all my e-mails and felt like I had nothing to do. Probably because I didn’t.“Where’s Roland?” I asked Maria as she stood over the stove brewing some concoction with so much onion and garlic and jalapeños in it my eyes flooded with tears.“Mister Riggs is on the beach. Fishing.”“What time’s dinner again?” “We eat at 6:30 every night.”Trying to make conversation, I offered, “I think it’s amazing that you can grow fresh vegetables. There’s nothing but sand around here. Between that and your potato bonsai here, you have a regular green thumb. I killed a cactus that I only had to water once a year.”“I learned as a little girl.
