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wasn’t even born here.”
    “You could be the first,” she said.
    “Right. You know, Dad goes to New York on business every week. He used to always promise that he’d take me along so I could go to all the museums and galleries. But he never has.”
    “Keep asking. It’s a legit request.”
    I was quiet for a few minutes and thought about that.
    “I don’t know. Maybe. I think he just likes getting away and I know he likes being by himself. Mom doesn’t seem really happy. But then, I don’t really know what she looks like when she is.”
    “It’s the same with my mother. Maybe they’re just out of estrogen or something.”
    “I’m sure my mother takes a pill for that. But seriously. Even though she’s always ragging on me, I feel bad for her. She needs more fun in her life. Or something. I know she means well.”
    “I’d be happy if I was just married to somebody with a lot of money. I get so tired of worrying about college loans and car repairs and every other thing. I mean, I can’t even afford to get my hair cut!”
    I looked at her crazy red curly hair blowing in the damp breeze that was drowning the whole porch and wondered if a haircut would make a lot of difference one way or the other.
    “What?” she said.
    “Nothing! I’m just looking at your hair flying around and mine is too. We look like total crap! But nobody’s watching us anyway so who cares?”
    “Amen. I guess you can’t have good hair at the beach. And what good is it to be young and gorgeous if we’re broke? Nobody even knows we’re here. Life is very depressing.”
    I scraped the plate with the side of my fork, picking up the last bits of pasta.
    “Yeah. Bummer. We may as well eat ourselves into oblivion.”
    Just then a huge container ship on its way to somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic came into view. It inched along and because the channel was so close to our property, it seemed as if the ship was going to crash through our yard and kill us. But it wouldn’t. It would veer out to sea and away from view in minutes. It always startled people when they saw this for the first time.
    “You could make money with this view,” she said.
    “How?” I said. “Sell the house? That might be tough to do since I don’t own it.”
    I looked at Mary Beth and she had the same look on her face as she did every time she was about to tell me something really devious.
    “What are you thinking, girl? Tell me right now.”
    “Well, you know how we’ve always said this was a great place for a party?”
    “Yeah. For a party that goes with my funeral. You want Liz and Clay to kill me?”
    “Wait a minute. I’m not talking about a party like with our friends and kegs and drunk boys, puking and peeing and passed out in the yard!”
    “What other kind is there?”
    “The kind you have at the gallery! Like what if . . .”
    “Stop! No way!”
    “Wait. Let’s do the math. What if you rented the first floor to some organization that was coming to Charleston for a conference? Or just a pop-up party? And what if they wanted to see a sunset that would blow their mind? I can get our company to cater for twenty dollars a person; we limit it to fifty people who pay fifty dollars a person. It’s a two-hour deal period. You got a pencil handy?”
    “I already figured it out,” I said.
    “We make fifteen hundred dollars in two hours!”
    “And my parents will find out and I’ll be homeless. So will you.”
    We watched the container ship adjust its course and it floated away with Mary Beth’s excellent but dangerous idea.
    “You’re probably right,” she said and sighed hard enough to blow the ship to Cape Hatteras or Greenland or someplace like that. “Paris will have to wait.”
    “Maisie always says I should remember that I can marry more money in five minutes than I can earn in a lifetime.”
    “She’s right,” Mary Beth said.
    “Maybe, but I don’t see any of the guys we know scraping their knees off proposing, do