Situated right on Silver Lake with views of the Atlantic, the beach house in Rehoboth was a quaint Cap Cod with a master suite, two bedrooms, screened porch and a huge yard perfect for volleyball or playing catch. From the plush furniture, to the pantry stocked with organic lemonade and a dozen different bottles of vodka, everything about the house softly cooed, “relax.”
Matt and I were sprawled on the sofa reading the Rehoboth Beach Film Festival guide when Jarrod walked in wheeling a massive suitcase.
“Jarrod, why’d you bring so much stuff? We’re only here for a weekend” I said as I got up to give him a hug.