Maizee dipped the oar into the water over and over, the waves quite calm today. Or maybe the waves coming into Getaway Bay were always like this. The shoreline of Lanai was choppier for sure, requiring more attention. But here, she could stroke and think, think and stroke.
She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.
She wasn’t sure of a lot of things at the moment. Thus, sea kayaking in the middle of the day, after quitting her job.
Her chest squeezed. She could not believe she’d quit her job. Given up her retirement. Everything she’d worked for nineteen years at Gladstone Financial. One more year and she could’ve qualified for a decent pension, a great severance health insurance package.
She wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She wanted to yell, but her voice remained silent.
She pu
