When I came up onto the main deck, Daddy was there, cooking breakfast.
When he looked at me over his shoulder. I gave him a shy smile.
“I can cook breakfast,” I said.
“You seemed worn out,” he smiled.
“Morning,” Mom said as she came out of the bedroom.
“Did all the swimming wear you out, Mia?”
“Must’ve been,” I said as Daddy served up the omelets he’d been making.
“I was thinking,” he said as he sat down. “Let’s go to Santorini and stay there for a few days.”
“Like in a hotel?” Mom asked.
“No. But we could stay there a few days in a row so you could take in some of the sights of the island and Mia and I could swim and maybe even water ski.”
“Sure,” Mom said.
I bit my lip and nodded. Mom had been doing a lot of reading — which was what she usually did on beach vacations anyway
