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

a wine glass. “Special occasion?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Maggie said, setting down her glass. “I’m on this cruise to celebrate my eightieth birthday. And it’s today.”

Carlos’s face lit up with genuine warmth. “Well, happy birthday! That’s wonderful. Eighty years—that’s quite an achievement.”

“I prefer to think of it as quite an accumulation,” Maggie continue reading …