THE WATER DRAGONI was still burning from the injustice at dinner last night when I got out of my car and felt the pressing afternoon heat. An ocean breeze, sullied with exhaust from rental cars and hotel shuttles buzzing along the two-lane road, found its way through the parking lot of the Aruban grocery store to my little patch of baking asphalt in the sun. Across the road, weathered palms towered over the dock-choked shore, silent watchers of the blue Caribbean water that hadn’t yet forgotten how to sparkle.
Tranquility. Simplicity. Time in the sun with my husband. Mara and Jesse playing in the sand. Why did these things always seem so far away?
Seb meant well. The steakhouse had been recommended. The wait staff was truly lovely and more important, kind and attentive to the kids. I alm
