Hush Girls Vacation |link|

There is no rigid schedule. The only deadline is the checkout time on Sunday morning. The agenda is written in pencil, then erased, then scribbled in crayon, then burned.

Day one begins with a slow arrival. Suitcases are unceremoniously dumped in the corner of a rented cabin by a lake, a minimalist beach house with too many throw pillows, or a high-rise hotel room with a view of a city that belongs to no one in the group. The first hour is a quiet symphony of settling in. Someone claims the bed by the window. Someone else raids the mini-fridge for the sparkling water. Another person simply lies face-down on the carpet for ten minutes, breathing. hush girls vacation