Nigel invited us to his house at The Pines on Fire Island. There are no cars, so everyone uses a wagon to bring stuff everywhere.
Nigel had already picked up groceries, so he added our suitcases and a new fishing rod we brought him for a present . I sat on top of everything, pretending I was the Queen of The Boardwalk…and thinking of the fish Nigel was going to catch for our dinner.
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