The wrong god
From the vantage point of the Sky Bar on our mega cruise ship, we looked out over the baking bodies lounging by the pool and spotted what we nicknamed The Real Housewives of Miami – social Xrays with leather tanned hides wearing gold Rolexes that sported diamond bevels, a diamond infinity pendant, the right shade of red toenail polish, and perfect French manicures. They were lusting through magazines ripping out tear sheets of merchandise to…