Chapter Six
“Here.” Peach points to a tiny spot on the map. “It’s a place right in this cove. “The Edge”, it’s a women’s retreat. You’ll love it. The beach is so secluded we can sunbathe nude. Skinny dip, if you want.” Her eyes twinkle because she knows I’ll like it. I listen to her excited exposé, wondering if she thinks she has to make up to me for the day with the leather dykes.
“When were you there?” I ask.
“Few years back, but I know it’s still there. Christine, I told you about her, she was there just last summer. Said the food was wonderful, and the gardens more beautiful than ever. But I can hardly imagine that, Miriam always kept them perfectly.”
“Miriam?”
“She runs the place, and she’s a “peach” of a woman, if I’ve ever known one,” Peach says, the blissful expression on her
