#Chapter131
Live, laugh, love
Maggie
With Nash informing me of his plans for us, Grammy Gray wanted to celebrate Gray’s style. How might you ask? We’re going parasailing, but I don't enjoy heights. The woman was trying to kill me. So why in the hell would I want someone to pull me up into the air while strapped in a parachute attached to a boat?
Everyone was getting ready to go parasailing while I stood with wide eyes.
/"What’s wrong with you?/" Grammy asked me.
I opened my mouth.
/"Hunny, close your mouth before you catch flies./" She pushed my chin up.
/"Grammy, Mags doesn’t like heights, and she hates flying,/" Nash said.
/"Oh, nonsense. Fear is all in your head. So now you boys hook her into the harness./"
/"You’re crazy? She kicks like a damn mule,/" Nixon said.
/"And so do you. So what’s your point?/"
/"Yeah, I don’t think so./"
/"Don’t look at me. I want to reproduce later,/" Nash said.
