irregularly
spaced
intervals
through
some of
which she
was
pulled,
through
others
blown.
They
looked out
over the
Mediterranean.
Far below,
the last
excursion
boat from
the Isles
des Lerins
floated
across the
bay like a
Fourth-of-July
balloon
footloose
in the
heavens.
Between
the black
isles it
floated,
softly
parting
the dark
tide. “I
understand
why you
speak as
you do of
your
mother,”
he said.
“Her
attitude
toward you
is very
fine, I
think. She
