Chapter 13
Six Years Later
“Don’t you just miss Charleston summers?” Amy asked.
We were sitting on beach chairs outside of her family’s beachside home in Charleston. It was a roasting eighty-five degrees, and we were both lathered in sunscreen with big floppy hats on.
“Sometimes,” I told her.
I’d spent this last summer in Aspen, Colorado, watching a vacation home for an uber wealthy woman from New York. She had wanted someone to take care of things for her in the off-season. I was finally starting to get used to living in these towns when no one was there. Paris in the fall, Turks and Caicos in the winter, Aspen for spring and summer.
“I don’t know why you are taking these jobs, Nat. You know that you can do better than this.”
I’d heard this routine time and time again.
“I di
