… or was it? Two days before the much-anticipated 4th, I was on Pine Point Beach, enjoying my third novel that week, thankful that I was so fortunate to be able to relax on this gorgeous stretch of sand in Scarborough, Maine.
Little did I know how much my life was to change with one little question: “Elizabeth — Will you & Billy join us for beach volleyball?” “No thanks,” I begged off, “You guys have fun!” “But it’s husbands vs. wives … you have to play!” our friends and neighbors cajoled.
What could it hurt? A little friendly, three-on-three competition, right? Ten points later and I was down for the count. Who had beaned me with a fast ball? Why was I lying face first in the sand? Thus began my ATR journey …
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