BREAKFAST

There weren’t many places to eat in town, and I was worried someone at the yachting club might recognize me. So after we’d come back, we walked into town, and stopped at a humble, ordinary, everyday diner.

“Coffee?” said a waitress, walking by our table.

“Yes please,” I said.

“Sure,” said Chloe.

She filled our cups and walked away, eyeing us curiously. We looked a funny pair, Chloe dressed up in my shirt, which was enormous on her, and a cute pair of jeans. We both wore a pair of sunglasses, just to make sure no one was going to recognize us.

“I haven’t been to one of these in about fifteen years,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” she said, winking. “They’re still just the same.”

“Do you like them?” I said. “There was one in colombia I used to go to with my mom now and then. I used to have corned beef sandwiches and a milkshake, every time.”

“Was it nice?”

“No!”

Chloe laughed. “Getting taken to the diner was a big treat back home.”

“It must have been a lot of work being a single mom o