He’s quiet for a moment. All he does is stare at me, his brown eyes watching me closely. Just when I think he’s not going to respond and leave me alone, he opens his mouth to speak. “So, do you like the Hamptons?” I mull over his question for a minute, not expecting the sudden change of subject. “Sure, what is there not to like about the Hamptons?” My family has occasionally vacationed in the Hamptons since I was a kid. We never owned a house there—my dad preferred Manhattan or LA—but I still enjoy visiting.
