Tony had just reached what promised to be one of the more interesting chapters when a shadow fell over his book. He looked up to see his brother standing next to the deck chair.
“Why the hell is your nose buried in a book?” Daniel shook his head. “This is a cruise. You’re supposed to be out there enjoying the sun and the water with everyone else.” He gestured toward the far side of the deck where people were hanging over the railing, chattering to each other at the approved social distance, or walking to or from the covered bar at the rear of the catamaran. True, they were all wearing masks, but their laughter and body language said they were having fun anyway. “Do something, damn it.”
Daniel reached for the book, which Tony snatched away with a testy, “You can do everything for both of
