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Show 20 "I don't understand," she said. He spoke again. "I!m going. All right?" she turned to leave, he spoke again and grabbed the sleeve of the robe. "You want the robe? All right take it!" She threw it at him and he grinned. "Creep," she yelled and ran down the path. On the landing lay her remaining snorkeling equipment. The water was empty and so was the beach, there wasn't one straggler. She picked her way across the rocks until she saw that the causeway was jammed with people coming onto the island dressed in their finest, heading for the restaurant, hoping for a glimpse of Tito. She sat down on a rock, put her facemask, s lorkel and fin on and slipped into the water. It v/ s as w ;.rm as the eir- She pushed out from the island swimming away from it parallel to shore, intending on making a wide arc in order to avoid the crowd at the island's approach. She planned to take that steep path up the mountain that the Meteor used with impunity. She pulled the mask over her face, submerged slightly and glided silently through the water. The mists began their descent from the hills and the sun's oblique rays slanted deeply into the ocean and spotlighted her lost fin directly below. It was blue like the high-noon Adriatic but lighter than the sea was now, it lay on the bottom thirty feet below. Delilah Bloated idly above contemplating its depth and history. She lifted her head, took a deep breath and expelled it and then took another breath meant -:to fill the inner limits of her lungs, a breath meant to overload her blood |