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Show The Girl Who Swam With Tito When Delilah was five and back in America she announced during,; Sunday School that heaven was white with red roofs and surrounded by blue. When she was eleven she learned heaven was a Yugoslavian island named Sveti Stefan and she was an otter darting through its waters, a cat in its back streets. At eighteen, all mystery solved, she preferred its beaches. The two arcing stretches of sand that joined and narrowed into the cobbled causeway to the island were her domain. In her turquoise swim suit she was a part of the Adriatic washed ashore. The sun darkened her skin and lightened her hair and young men arranged themselves around her like iron filings around a magnet At five o'clock, as the first of the bathers noticed that the heat of the day had passed, Milan, the "Montenegro Meteor", began the descent from his great aunt's house. The road to the beach was steep, and like most daring to break away from the coastal route, it did so with the aid of many switchbacks. At a point as remembered as the freeway exit home the Meteor left the road and slid in a straight descent down the mountain. His bare heels followed smooth, parallel tracks in the red earth, then ran across a brief asphalt ; switchback, then the straight slide, asphalt. , slide, through a thin band of bush and down a sheer eight foot drop, across the beach and a stolen-third-base slide in the sand. "Dinner," he gasped to Delilah, "is served." Delilah turned back to the young Yugoslav in the black |