Chapter 186: Spa Day

Less than seven days later and I eat my previous words. The Serenity Spa at Arizona's Camelback Mountain is pretty awesome.

"It's so hot, but like... not hot," Marissa whines and flips over in her lounge chair.

She's not exaggerating. Arizona is hot at the end of June. Even under the large canopy that provides us with shade, the temperature is scorching. My skin feels ready to melt away from my bones like in the ending of that Indiana Jones movie, but I'm not sweating.

Still it's Arizona and I'm at a spa. Heat blisters are a small price to pay. I wouldn't be here at all if Aspen hadn't hounded me this week. The cost of airline tickets to Arizona wasn't horrible, but more than I could spend. Aspen offered to pay for my ticket, but I'm not one to accept help for a spa weekend. I'm not sure I'd accept help for much of anything.