Newport

We're in Newport now. At Caroline's. The house is out of Edith Wharton. Her family is too. They're in Europe, but her mother shouts in all caps out of a book of laminated house rules that also appear over the stove and show up in linen closets and extra kitchens. The house is huge and it all overlooks the ocean. Incredible. Fourteen of us are here to enjoy it. I would write more, but there are stones to skip, eggplants to grill, conversations to continue and wings of the house to get lost in.