My Son Invited Me on a Family Beach Vacation

with the room package, or is that seasonal?”

The receptionist snorted so hard she had to pretend to cough into the printer.

Outside, the Flamingo Six hugged me one by one. Judy wagged a finger at Sam.

“If you misuse this woman again, we are one group chat away.”

They drove off honking and waving beach towels like flags. The children begged to bring them continue reading …