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296 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2003
Waves broke over the two men, one after another. With each wave they disappeared, and we saw only glimpses of orange in the froth…I had sand in my eyes. I turned away and rubbed them and turned back and saw the faces of the men in the water. I made eye contact with one of them. He was heavy and gray, the age of my grandfather. He could have been our insurance man or the guy who delivered our bottled gas. He seemed apologetic. I kept expecting him to smile at me and shrug. A wave would crash over him and after a few moments he would come up coughing and spitting water. Every time it happened, he looked a little more apologetic…
Inside the quaintly crowded terminal, I was elbowed out of the way by a suited tycoon of twenty-four who was determined to get in line ahead of me. Around us, every third person talked into a cellular phone. All were doing more talking than listening, and every conversation was the same – where I am, where I’m going, when I’ll arrive, did you send the contract, the deal’s done, the deal’s dead, we should get together for a beer. The world had gotten on quite well without me. It does that.