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SARAH AT THE TIDE POOL
By Marina Fitch
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SARAH CROUCHES BESIDE THE tide pool, her water bottle beside her knee.
She tugs the brim of her straw hat, tucking a lock of her brown hair under its band,
and smooths the sleeves of her cotton blouse in hopes they will help protect her
from the sun. An hourтАЩs exposure, wearing a forty-two sun block, is considered an
acceptable risk for people in their twenties; Sarah is thirty-seven. She glances over
her shoulder at the expanse of yellow sand stretching behind her, at her footprints
wandering in and out of the surf. No one in sight. Only fools risk the late May sun at
noon тАФ fools and desperate people.

She hesitates, then dips her hand beneath the surface of the tide pool, bracing
herself against the chill. But there is no chill, just the coolness of the water as it
chums briefly with the runoff of a wave. She makes a mental note to record this
observation when she returns to her lab, then remembers. She may never see the lab
at MediChem again.

She squints down the beach. Where is he?

She turns back to the pool. Framed by algae and rock, the tidal world
shimmers below her. A hermit crab, startled by SarahтАЩs shadow and her hand,
scuttles into a protective niche between two green anemones. The pool drains.
Exposed to the air, the anemones squeeze shut so that they look like plastic tubes
with tufts of yam sticking out. A decorator crab heads for a fissure, its shell drably
ornamented with barnacles, a tiny anemone and a fringe of algae. Mussels and
starfish cling to the rock. Sarah smiles wistfully. She hadnтАЩt really expected to see a
nudibranch in the narrow pool.

On a Sunday morning in February, Sarah unlocked.her lab and found a
stranger waiting for her, bent over the aquarium. He straightened, towering over her
five feet. тАЬWhat are you doing here?тАЭ she demanded.

The tall man tapped the aquarium wall. The security badge clipped to his
collar jiggled. тАЬAre these the nudibranchs? They look like slugs.тАЭ

тАЬPlease donтАЩt tap the glass,тАЭ Sarah said, grasping his hand between her thumb
and her index finger. She guided his hand away from the glass, then dropped it.

The man folded his lean body into a crouch. The shadows of the aquarium
bubbles played across his features, across the broad cheeks and the nose flattened
as if pressed against invisible glass. тАЬI canтАЩt believe how many requisitions youтАЩve
put in for these things.тАЭ

Sarah fisted her hands and scratched her palms with her fingernails. тАЬI use
them in my research.тАЭ

The man turned, watching her for a second. тАЬI make you nervous.тАЭ