An entitled woman claimed the lounge chairs my 8-year-old daughter and I had reserved—and tossed our towels in the trash… but just 20 minutes later, she turned pale when karma caught up with her.

Are we allowed here?

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

I unfolded an extra towel beside our chairs and clipped it down with one of our room tags.

The little boy’s mother smiled like someone had handed her more than shade.

Mia patted the chair beside her.

“This umbrella is the best one,” she told the boy. “And the slide on the left is faster.”

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