Chapter 17They went to the Tennessee Williams museum. It was about half the size as the Hemingway one, and mostly self-led, so it was over relatively fast. His life had been nice, Selene was able to confirm, though all the authors she’d ever studied did seem to die tragically.
“Enough of that sadness,” Gil said once they’d completed the tour and emerged to a sunny day on the other side of the door. “It’s time to go to the end of the world.”
“What now?”
Gil just grabbed her hand and tugged her back in the direction of the Hemingway House. From Selene’s own intense studying of the tourism map, she knew they were headed towards Mile Zero. The idea of walking so close to the edge—and being so close to Cuba by shoreline—excited her. It truly did feel like they were walking towards the edge o
