“That day might have been the one we went to what I called the forest theater, off the beaten path, deep off course, a place no tourist would ever find. Fudgies they called them. There’s a caste system on the island. You might not know. Islanders at the top, year-rounders, and in some ways we let them have their royal title. It’s cold, hard, tough living. Takes a certain kind.”

Almost a true story.

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