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Helen nodded, studying me. "You embarrass easily, Josie."

I returned her stare. "So do you, Helen." I added, "Let's not talk about this with my dad. It'll only make
him worry."
"I understand," Helen said.

"Good." I got up. "Let's get out of here. Too many people are staring at me."

Chapter 2
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The sky was almost dark when I awoke from my nap. I was alone in my room. After returning from
Paradise Beach, I had lain down in bed for a quick rest. Neither Helen nor I had intended to pass out for
any length of time. We didn't want to sleep during the day and be up all night. I didn't know if Helen had
managed to stay with the game plan, but when I checked my watch and discovered I had been out for
four hours, I realized it might take a few days to adjust to the new time zone. My chest felt fine, no pain
at all.

Dressing in blue jeans and a yellow blouse, I left the room and searched for the others. I didn't go straight
to my father's room but passed through the lounge area at the front of the hotel, where there was a small
bar and snack shop. There I found Silk, watching a rerun of "Gilligan's Island" and stirring a bloody

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Mary. What a prize, I thought; she came all the way to Greece to watch bad TV. We had the lounge to
ourselves.

"Where's my dad?" I asked.

"He's in the room, writing," Silk replied. She had on a suede purple pants outfit, too much makeup. With
the approaching night it had cooled some, but it was still too warm for suede. Silk took a sip of her drink.
Her gaze was easy, too accepting; it had not been her first transfusion from Mary, I realized.

"What did you do today?" I asked.

"Went for a walk on the beach."

"Did you go in the water?"

"It's too cold."

"The water is in the eighties, for godsakes."

"Don't swear," she said.