Author: Alex Behm

  I was out late somewhere I shouldn’t have been and so was Charlie Baby. But we were tired, so tired, and we’d forgotten so much back home. We had been paid for by our parents to skip across the pond—that means to fly from New York to Crete, that island in Greece—so that we could go on one of those wellness retreats for people S.O.L. S.O.L. stands for Shit Out of Luck. My father’s called me that since I was a Shit-Out-of- Luck-little-girl. Shit Out of Luck again, I was twenty-one and still not over my ex-boyfriend, sad...