“So when you were down in Miami, did you stay at your company’s hostel?” I ask the friend of ours who still works at the company Katie worked at before the butterfly business took off.
“Yeah, I’m too old to stay at that place,” he says ruefully.
“When I Katie and I stayed there last year, coming back at night? we’d just walk past the pool, surrounded by all these beautiful, young people, and straight back to our room,” I say.
“They’re just sitting there, with their whole lives ahead of them,” he agrees, shaking his head in amazement.