Epilogue
Standing in the open air foyer at the concierge desk, he noticed that the constant ocean
breeze made the humidity of the island bearable. The young woman checking him in kept
glancing up at him as she verified his reservations at the resort. At her next glance, he
spoke up.
"Does there seem to be a problem?"
"No, no sir, no problem…it's just…," she hesitated to proceed.
"Just what?"
"Are you sure you wanted this resort?"
"This is The Whispering Winds Resort, right?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Then I'm in the right place; why do you ask?"
"You're not like most of the people that come here?"
"Really? So what kind of people come here?"
"Well," she hesitated again and then pointed across the foyer. "Them."
She pointed to a man and a woman, both in their late sixties or early seventies shamelessly
flirting with one another.
Rick glared at the woman till he caught her eye. He watched as the man took her hand and
kissed it in parting. He rolled his eyes as he waited for her to join him at the counter.
The receptionists eyes went wide as the woman she had been pointing out threw her arm
around his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.
"Richard darling, this place is absolutely fabulous!"
"I'm glad you like it."
He returned his attention to the receptionist, who by now had gotten the wrong idea from
their exchange and was standing there with her mouth open.
"What?" He commented to rectify her misunderstanding. "You've never seen a man vacationing
with his mother at a seniors resort before?"