I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

Then Sophie leaned across the table.

“So, Maya,” she said, voice bright and dangerous. “Are you still doing your little doodles?”

I set my water glass down.

“I’m an illustrator.”

“Right,” she said. “That’s what I said.”

Ethan smiled into his menu.

Frank grunted. “Hard to call drawing animals in pajamas a career.”

“They’re children’s books,” I said.

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