After their morning walk on the beach, Marina trailed Ginger through Java Beach, where neighbors greeted her grandmother like a celebrity. Even at her age, she still had an elegant bearing, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her smile could light a room. Marina remembered her grandfather calling Ginger his secret diplomatic weapon. With her keen intelligence, charisma, and charm, she could disarm even the most taciturn guest, yet she didn’t suffer fools or rude behavior. That was as true today as ever.
Ginger had standards, and they were as high as Mount Everest.
“Ms. Ginger, howdy do today?” An older man in a wrinkled Hawaiian shirt stood and tipped a battered straw hat. His cohorts at the table quickly shoved an assortment of folding bills aside as they acknowledged Ginger, too.
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