I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

I set my water glass down.

“I’m an illustrator.”

“Right,” she said. “That’s what I said.”

Ethan smiled into his menu.

Frank grunted. “Hard to call drawing animals in pajamas a career.”

“They’re children’s books,” I said.

“Exactly,” Sophie replied. “Cute.”

That word.

Cute.

The way people use it when they mean continue reading …