We are right on top of the engine.
The walls shake every time the propeller turns.
It smells like diesel.”
“And our drink packages are gone,” Brynn cut in, her voice climbing.
“Landon and I went to the bar and they charged us fifty dollars for two drinks — they said the package was canceled.”
“The Wi-Fi doesn’t reach down there either,” my mother added, stepping up beside my father, her voice cracking on the edge of tears.
“I couldn’t post a single photo.
And the excursion desk said our cabana was refunded — everything’s been purged.”
I dabbed the corner of my mouth with the linen napkin and set it down with some care.
“Well, yes,” I said.