{"id":4490,"date":"2016-02-19T05:24:13","date_gmt":"2016-02-19T12:24:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annleemiller.com\/?p=4490"},"modified":"2016-02-16T20:56:31","modified_gmt":"2016-02-17T03:56:31","slug":"4490","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annleemiller.com\/2016\/02\/4490\/","title":{"rendered":"Sun, Sandcastles, and Sin"},"content":{"rendered":"
I tip-toed across the deck, debating the chances I could disappear before Dad saddled me with some miserable boat chore he thought up while I was sitting in Sister Sheila\u2019s sixth grade English class.<\/p>\n
I skirted the cockpit and ducked behind the aft cabin, not daring to shoot a glance through the fore cabin hatch. I didn\u2019t want to clunk eyes with Dad. I surreptitiously slid open the aft hatch and vaulted onto my bunk. Sweat ran down my backbone under my uniform as I listened for movement or voices on the Annie Lee<\/em>.<\/p>\n