My Son Invited Me on a Family Beach Vacation – But at the Hotel, His Wife Handed Me a List and Said, ‘This Is Why We Brought You’

time Sam or Jennie attempted to shift responsibility back to her, another Flamingo appeared immediately.

“Sorry,” Judy would say. “Carol has margarita yoga.”

“Can’t,” Marlene added once. “She’s booked for seashell therapy.”

Carol had never felt more protected in her life.

Or more entertained.

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Chapter 9: The Public Lesson

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