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Chapter 9 That evening, the couple enjoyed a quiet moment as they sat together
under the soft fronds of several soft, leafy trees that shaded a beautiful
section of beach. This area was for their private use, one of the perks of
this particular resort. The trees had been planted in a roughly circular
shape and their leaves allowed few of the hot rays of the sun to reach them. Instead,
the pleasant sound of waves lapping the shore was all they could hear. The wooden chairs on which they lay were painted in vibrant
stripes and were positioned at right angles on sand almost as pale as the
snow-white towels that the beach waiters had set beside the couple. Still wet
from the waves, and wearing the daring swimsuit Hawthorne had given her, Dory
looked better than any other woman at the resort, Hawthorne thought, because
she radiated a joy that would make any observer feel as if nothing in the
world was wrong with her life. How can she stay so calm, he asked himself. She is facing an early death – the end of all her dreams. I just
found her, and I am about to lose the most important person in my life.
It startled him to realize that Dory might be able to say the same thing
about him. He suddenly knew hse would, and he was
touched by that thought. Three things had happened that week to make her smile in a
special, shy way that made Hawthorne positively glow with pleasure. First was
when she realized that Puerto Rico’s nocturnal nature sounds were different
from the what she had expected. As they turned in
for the night, she had expected to hear the chirping of crickets in the
darkness of her bed beneath the open window. This sound, however, was lacking.
Instead, she heard a beautiful, lilting sound, that
filled the air of her bungalow. The sound grew and grew until it seemed like the
very air could not contain it, and it was passionate rather than loud, the
crescendo lovely and intoxicating. With a sigh, Hawthorne heard his wife whisper, “I love you.” Obviously
enjoying her reaction, he asked archly, “And what brought this on?” With a
laugh, she told him how much she was enjoying the odd night music of the
local crickets. He laughed and her and promised to explain what had brought
on his sudden fit of humor, “Later, in the morning.” And with that, he took
her in his arms and removed all thought of crickets from her mind. |
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