Right of way
Saturday, June 26, 10:03 a.m.
Siesta Key, Florida
I’m a traitor to my generation. Seriously. All we hear about these days is how we’re supposed to be strong women and not depend on anyone else and blah blah blah. And now look what I’ve done.
“Are you sure there’s no way you can come?” I say into my phone. I’m crouching behind some bushes outside the Siesta Key Yacht Club, which is not...