Friday, July 27, 2012


The ground along the road was white with snow as Paul and Emily passed through Westerley, on the border between Connecticut and Rhode Island. Snow was still falling softly. It was just beginning to get dark, and they'd not yet had dinner. A few minutes later they crept up a hill with signs leading the way to a resort hotel. Emily grabbed Paul's hand.

"You booger! What is this place?"

"Welcome to Watch Hill, Rhode Island. A doctor friend of mine lives near here and told me about this place. It sounded perfect."

"Is that a beach down there? Only you'd wanna go to a beach resort in February. Oh, hon, I'm just kiddin'. I love it. Thank you so much."

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