EPILOGUE: (One month later)

It was hot and sticky, but the gin was cold, and through the window he could just make out the waving sunflowers, and in the distance, the different blues of sea and sky. He said:

"Did I see what's his name, that cabana boy --"

"Rafael."

"Rafael. Did I see him bring a newspaper in with the gins?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "I glanced at it, but there was nothing in it."

"Mmmm. That's good," he said. "Now where were we?"

On the floor, curled under the discarded swimming suits and the crumpled beachtowels, the headlines read: "CUBS WIN WORLD SERIES, McGRIFF COMES THROUGH."
TWAIN IN SUDBURY MINESHAFT, ACCEPTING NOBEL PRIZE SAYS 'NEUTRINOS COULD HAPPEN TO ANYBODY'"
"SUPREME COURT APOLOGIZES TO AMERICAN PEOPLE, CALLS FOR NEW PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION IN 2002. BUSH VOWS MISSILE SHIELD AROUND WHITE HOUSE"
"SINGER SCHWARZ HITS TOP OF CHARTS WITH ANTI DEATH PENALTY ALBUM: "BEEN THERE, ALMOST DONE THAT" GOES TITANIUM."

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