Finité!

As the intense thunderstorms continued each night, lightening nettled the darkness and thunder convulsed the walls. The rain gushed in such torrents that I wondered if God was trying to wash the filth from the streets of Limon. Gertrude said the strength of the storms was unusual; that even as accustomed as she was to the tropical spectacles, she was terrified. "I covered the mirrors when I heard the clap-clap last night," she told me the next morning. As we sat drinking her sorrel...