This fine little beach house has been for sale since we got here. I like the idea of buying it. Of course, for what I’d have to pay, I can stay right here in my cosy hotel for the rest of my life and have some left over. Not to mention maid service. And Carlton would go crazy worrying about a wooden house on a beach where the house next door got washed off it’s pillars during last year’s tsunami. It would surely accelerate my widowhood.