It Started When A Woman Walked Into A Bar On A Cruise Ship

water, please,” Maggie said. “Still, not sparkling. And perhaps not too much of it.”

The maître d’ smiled politely, not getting the joke, and walked away.

Maggie settled into her chair, spreading the linen napkin across her lap. She looked around the dining room—couples celebrating anniversaries, families with restless teenagers, groups of friends who’d continue reading …