Summer Holiday | Memories With The Ladies Special...

We ate dinner that night by candlelight – burnt pasta, salad from a bag, the last of the good prosecco. I wore a yellow sundress I haven’t fit into since. Sana, the quietest of us, read tarot cards on the terrace. She pulled The Sun for me. “Joy,” she said, touching the card’s painted child on a white horse. “Uncomplicated. Remember this.”

I type: “The Ladies Special rides again.” Summer Holiday Memories with the Ladies Special...

I flipped open the first page, and the smell of salt and cheap sunscreen flooded back. We ate dinner that night by candlelight –