Tink and I had a precious friend named Roy Hodnett. Roy, the kindest, most perfect Southern gentleman had, with his pretty wife, Anne, raised their family in Viriginia.

He sold cookies for a living. That’s the way Roy always phrased it. When he retired, he and Anne were traveling South when they happened upon a charming island that captured their hearts.

At 65, the Hodnetts bought a house on St. Simons Island where Roy decided to take up selling real estate. In a short time, he, charming and honorable always, made a fortune. The commission on island property is much higher than that on a pack of cookies.

From the moment that Roy became a millionaire, he refused to allow anyone else to pick up a dining check. Once, Tink and I hosted a small dinner party on St. Simons and while Tink paid

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