Chapter 11
Live, laugh, love
Maggie
With Nash informing me of his plans for us, Grammy Gray wanted to celebrate Gray’s style. How might you ask? We’re going parasailing, but I don't enjoy heights. The woman was trying to kill me. So why in the hell would I want someone to pull me up into the air while strapped in a parachute attached to a boat?
Everyone was getting ready to go parasailing while I stood with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?” Grammy asked me.
I opened my mouth.
“Hunny, close your mouth before you catch flies.” She pushed my chin up.
“Grammy, Mags doesn’t like heights, and she hates flying,” Nash said.
“Oh, nonsense. Fear is all in your head. So now you boys hook her into the harness.”
“You’re crazy? She kicks like a damn mule,” Nixon said.
“And so do you. So wha
