I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

half a piece of toast from Leo’s plate.

At the pool, Frank ordered drinks by snapping his fingers at passing servers.

One young waiter, maybe twenty-two, hurried over.

“Another beer,” Frank said.

“Of course, sir.”

“And tell someone to bring towels. Not these thin things. Real towels.”

“Yes, sir.”

When the waiter left, Frank leaned back.

“People get lazy if continue reading …