FEBRUARY 2022
Crack!
Reid laughed triumphantly. “f*****g coconut!”
The coconut fell to the ground and he grabbed it, grinning. He’d spent the past five minutes, give or take, throwing rocks at a palm tree, trying to hit one of the fruits loose. He learned how to open a coconut from a local that afternoon, and now, he was determined to serve me a fruit smoothie in a shell, all on his own.
We’d purchased plenty since we arrived in Hanalei just the day before—they were everything I’d hoped they would be. The entire experience was everything I’d hoped it would be, and we still had four more days of tropical bliss, masquerading as a simple married couple on vacation from Vermont.
Tonight, we arrived back at our AirBnb late, after having had dinner at a restaurant in Princeton—for the sake
