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. discovered a secret
concerning her.
So I gave her a wry smile and nodded.
"Just so," I said.
"You're not planning on ravaging our country or anything like that, are
you?" she asked.
"To my knowledge, no. And I don't think it likely either."
"Well, then. You can only speak from your knowledge, can't you?"
"True," I agreed.
"So let's hear the story."
"All right."
As we walked along the strand and I spoke, to the accompaniment of the
waves' deep notes, I could not help but remember again my father's long
narrative. Was it a family trait, I wondered, to go autobiographical at a
time of troubles if the right listener turned up? For I realized I was
elaborating my telling beyond the bounds of necessity. And why should she be
the right listener, anyhow?
When we reached the port district, I realized I was hungry, anyway, and
I still had a lot of telling to do. In that it was still daylight and
doubtless considerably safer than when I'd made my nighttime visit, I found
my way over to Harbor Road-which was even dirtier in strong light-and,
having learned that Coral was hungry, too, I took us on around to the rear
of the cove, pausing for a few minutes to watch a many-roasted vessel with
golden sails round the sea wall and head in. Then we followed the curving
way to the western shore, and I was able to locate Seabreeze Lane without
any trouble
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