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him with the desperate yearning of the ignored. Now, she wasn't sure how she felt. So many
disappointments lay between them, perhaps it was too late for closeness. Yet the old longings rose up
from deep where she had banished them. They caught her off guard, and she found herself thinking,
Maybe this time will be different.

The three of them sat in awkward silence, watching the bubbles rise in their glasses. Finally, John said,
"Giving any thought to college?"

"I'm going to Harvard this fall."

"Oh, of course," replied Con's father. "I remember. Do you know what you're going to study?"

"I'm thinking about art history."

"Then this trip should be just die thing, seascapes and all."

'Too bad I can't tell anyone about them."

"What / want to see," said Sara, "is a real beach, like in those old movies."

"How about our trip to Miami?" reminded John.

"That beach was fake, part of the sea wall. We couldn't see the sunset from our hotel balcony because of
that stupid wall."

"The sun sets in the west," countered John.

"So? All we saw was concrete. And the crowds ..."

"It was packed," agreed John, "considering it was a 'pri-vate beach.' Well, we won't have that problem
where we're going. We'll have the whole beachтАФthe whole worldтАФto ourselves."

"That's good," said Sara with a coy smile, "because I didn't pack a suit."
Con flushed at that remark. "You can always borrow mine," she said with mock solicitude.

"I don't think I'd fit into the top."

John Greighton let out an exasperated sigh that terminated the exchange.

"Daddy, what are you looking forward to on this trip?"

"I just want to relax with the two women in my life. I only hope they'll get along."

"We will, John," said Sara.

"We'll be just like sisters," said Con, holding out her glass. "Big sister, would you pour me some more
champagne?"

Sara looked at John for permission. "What the hell," he said, "she's on vacation."