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Show 164 PACO AND I AT SEA A short distance down the deck a young woman stands at the rail. Like me, she is watching the sky slowly change, the orange sun that will soon touch the sea. Now and then she glances over at me. I know this because now and then I glance at her too, and what my study has revealed so far is that she is not beautiful. At the moment the sky is peaceful, yet she wears a yellow slicker and hat, the kind that can be tied under the chin. It does not flatter her, this costume. Her hands grip the rail tightly. Mostly it has been smooth sailing. But this time of year, with the summer well gone, each day brings some change in the temperature, |
