you don’t keep them sharp.”
I looked at him.
“They’re not servants.”
Frank barked a laugh.
“Then why are they serving?”
Ethan laughed too.
Sophie lifted her phone.
“Say that again, Dad. That was good.”
I looked around the pool deck.
Families relaxed beneath white umbrellas. Couples floated in the infinity pool. Staff moved gracefully between loungers, trained continue reading …