Beatrice

"What do you mean, she never checked in?" I demand, pounding on the check-in counter at the Intercontinental in Bora Bora.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" my mother-in-law Bessie demands, pounding on the counter too.

"She had to check in. We have plans. Big plans!" Lillian, my friend Olivia's soon-to-be mother-in-law yells with her finger pointed to the sky, like she's John Adams, arguing for Independence.

My husband Cole slips his arm around my waist ...