Chapter Thirty
Rose had given up on trying to get Billy Jo into the swimming pool, which was Olympic sized and not overly busy. Instead, after changing into a cute tankini with ruffles over the midriff, its turquoise color really bringing out her eyes, Billy Jo had climbed into the hot tub and then taken a lounge chair in the sun beside Rose.
The waiter had come by, and Rose had ordered a soda for both of them. Billy Jo still seemed tense, looking around at everyone, taking in everything, and it didn’t take Rose long to figure out that she was waiting for the other shoe to drop, maybe for someone to come along and tell her she didn’t belong.
“I stayed in places like this all the time when I was married,” Rose said. “You start to take all this luxury for granted, or at least I did at the
