Wednesday, April 21, 2021


                                   We All Still Love You Harry

                                                 The Girls 4 - The Party


      "So what do we do now Harry?" Bill asked and thought at the same time, just like when they were kids. They'd just finished building their "tree house" - a couple of boards nailed together and onto branches. A ladder leaned up against the "floor" and they sat on it and then laid down and looked at the sky through the branches and young April leaves. Bill was wondering about trees and if they had feelings like animals and if they noticed them lying there. "We can invite our friends over and have lunch." Harry always had great ideas.     

     "Did you hear me Bill, I said we should ask the girls if they wanted to have  lunch out by the pool?" Bill had drifted back to the past. He was still tired and still overwhelmed by what had been happening these last few days. "Yeah, great idea."

     The wind was nearly always from the West, off the sea, and onto the beach. Warm currents from over the vast expanses of the pacific ocean equatorial waters, telling the story of creation over and over again as the earth turned each day and morning dawned on the Costa Rican beaches and birds rose and sang their songs on these same currents.

     The girls loved the idea as much as they loved free transportation to wherever they wished and whenever they wished. They loved the pool, the mansion, the yacht, the ocean and beach. 

    Lunch was fresh caught fish broiled with onions and lemon and sauces. Exquisite. Even Evelyn smiled and laughed for the first time in days. "Who's the cook?", she asked. "Margot", came the reply. "You shouldn't do movies Margot, you should have your own restaurant!" They all giggled. She looked at Harry. "I'm sorry Harry, I've always loved you and I still do." 

    It  would have been Harry's best day ever, but he still had no idea how he was going to get out of this clean, free, and happy. 

     "What's that?", Bill was pointing out over the sea toward a dark gray mass, perhaps fifty miles distant.

     

     

     

































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