
The Lady of Pas a Grille
Norma Gay Prewett — I had not noticed her the day before, but my husband said he had. A pudgy, blousy blonde, she perched on the cafe stool at the Seahorse, one of the few breakfast spots on the bay side of the narrow spit of sand that forms this fairly quiet Florida beach community. Because I had purposely left my hearing aids out—noisy restaurants … Continue reading The Lady of Pas a Grille