Chapter11

#Chapter11

Live, laugh, love

Maggie

With Nash informing me of his plans for us, Grammy Gray wanted to celebrate Gray’s style. How might you ask? We’re going parasailing, but I don't enjoy heights. The woman was trying to kill me. So why in the hell would I want someone to pull me up into the air while strapped in a parachute attached to a boat?

Everyone was getting ready to go parasailing while I stood with wide eyes.

/"What’s wrong with you?/" Grammy asked me.

I opened my mouth.

/"Hunny, close your mouth before you catch flies./" She pushed my chin up.

/"Grammy, Mags doesn’t like heights, and she hates flying,/" Nash said.

/"Oh, nonsense. Fear is all in your head. So now you boys hook her into the harness./"

/"You’re crazy? She kicks like a damn mule,/" Nixon said.

/"And so do you. So what’s your point?/"

/"Yeah, I don’t think so./"

/"Don’t look at me. I want to reproduce later,/" Nash said.