It was 7 a.m. and I was pretending to be asleep because I didn’t want Jane to ask me to go on a run with her. We’d been out dancing until 2 a.m. and though at dinner three of us said we’d go for a morning run, I was praying we’d all be equally hungover and simply sleep.

Front Street in Bermuda.

Then, 9 a.m. arrived and Whitney came into the room, dressed and ready to pound the pavement. I groaned. This is happening. Jane … Read more ...