“We’re Demolishing Your Beach House,” My Dad Said—Then the Development Board Shut It Down

by end of day.” Then she turned to me. “Miss Foster, anything else?”

“No. Thank you for coming.”

“That’s what you pay me for,” she replied dryly. She nodded once at my family—pure professionalism, no warmth—and walked back to her car.

The BMW backed out and disappeared down the road. Suddenly it was just my family standing on my driveway in the brightening continue reading …