AS I WALKED ACROSS the patio, a group of kids tore past me. One of the girls glanced back as she reached the top of the steps, which led down to the beach. “Hi, Miss Mollie! Where’s Mrs. Moto?”
“She’s on the boat,” I said. “I’ll tell her you said hi, Katy.”
“Can I come visit her later?”
“Of course, anytime.” I looked over at the marina office. “But maybe we should keep that between you and me. You know how your grandmother feels about cats.”
She giggled and raced down the stairs to catch up with her friends.
I watched as the sailing instructor, Penny Chadwick, attempted to corral them. “All right, kids, settle down,” she yelled with an adorable Texan twang in her voice. The kids bounced up and down while she briefed them on the morning’s activities.
My weekly ladies’ sailing lessons
