from South Carolina Review

Darjeeling Tea

The cabana lady wipes the counter around us with a rag. She has leathery skin and could use a chemical peel and some Botox. The backs of her hands have sunspots. I can tell the studs in her ears aren’t real. And I can tell she’s wondering where our parents are. “Where are you two from?” she asks, pretending to make conversation. Read the full story (not mobile friendly)