My friend, Tess, is the perfect hostess. It’s hard to beat pool-float recliners and free-flowing wine in plastic stem glasses, and when they’re combined with deep and scintillating conversation, it’s basically heaven.
Still, I’m happy to be home in my hammock chair. If Tess were here, she’d make a quip about me being a quadruple Cancer, which I am. Not t…
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