Chapter 13“Summer Solstice is just around the corner, darling. We can’t let that momentous occasion slip by. What shall we do to celebrate?”
Cara sat outside on one of the retro aluminum turquoise chairs she’d bought for the balcony. She’d finished her day’s work early and was now enjoying a glass of Sauvignon Blanc while listening to bird song and reveling in the warm breeze. Winds rustled the newly-sprouted leaves in the trees.
Now this is the kind of day that makes me forget my troubles. She took a sip of the wine, savored it on her tongue for a moment, and replied to Milton, who’d just phoned.
“Why don’t we do a picnic on the beach? I have all the paraphernalia—beach umbrella, towels, wicker hamper, even a set of melamine plates graced with none other than the image of Miss Marilyn
