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Show I l l gotten twice as many points." "I didn't see that." "Nope, too obvious. Know what your problem is, amigo?" "What?" "You think too much." And with that Nick had gone out, played his final word, ended the game and stuck Steven with the Q_, ten points to be subtracted from his final score. "What's that?" Steven had asked right away of the gigantic rock which sat massive and alone on the coast, just out in the water and throwing Calpe into shadow. "Ifach," said Nick. "The Spaniards call it 'Little Gibraltar' because of its shape," added Sara. "Do you see the resemblance?" "Reminds me of Prudential Insurance," said Steven. "Forget insurance," said Nick, "forget America. This is Spain, that's Ifach, and it's a whole new life for you, Stevieboy. Want to climb it?" "I don't know. It looks pretty steep." "About time you started making some chances, buddy boy." And so, despite Steven's misgivings, a week after his arrival they had packed a lunch of cold lamb and wine and olives and marched off to the rock-laughed their way to the top where Nick wrapped a ten peseta coin in his red handkerchief and threw it to the sea. |
