An Entitled Woman Took the Lounge Chairs My 8-Year-Old Daughter and I Had Reserved

with the biggest smile I had seen in months.

“Do I look like a pool girl?” she asked.

I smiled back. “You look like the pool should be nervous.”

She giggled, then her fingers moved to the hospital bracelet still around her wrist.

“Should I take it off?”

I softened. “Only when you’re ready.”

She looked down at it for a moment.

“Not yet.”

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