How delirious you made us!  

Aunt Gertie’s trailer on the market only 2 hours and sold at asking price. We were stunned.

Off the road, a tad shabby, huddled among the pines, the trailer’s allure was lost on us. But you had cash in hand, and we sensed no villain in you.  

My sister and I put champagne on ice and pondered a cruise:
Big floppy hats or broad brimmed straw ones?
How many jumbo pink crustaceans could we eat?  (Elastic waistbands suddenly dawned as miracles)
Could we finagle our way to the captain’s table? (We’d take a Jean Luc Picard stance with Brad Pitt grin)
How glorious would our suntans be?
A panorama of exotic drink umbrellas suddenly opened like grand souvenirs  

In the middle of our bubbly champagne binge, the local tv news spit out your name. Shared a video of your arrest, the drug money you paid to the realtor seized by the feds. And we, the latest victims of the meth trade, were left sinking in our Love Boat illusions, our exotic umbrellas bobbing forlornly out to sea.