A woman sat with us at sundown, she’d walked over from her condo down the street to take a pic of the beach. She talked about her job, which she loved but was minimum wage. “I need a rich husband,” she joked. I laughed, “Yes, because that always fixes everything.” “No it doesn’t,” she said, she’d just had an argument with her husband, who was drinking and calling her vulgar names in front of their teens. As we sat, he texted in asking where she was and who she was f*king. She’d love to leave but he pays the bills. Everything has a price.