The heat in Panama, it seemed to Ada, was equal to the heat in Barbados, but the air was more humid, so thick that if she had reached out and closed her hand, she would not have been at all surprised to be able to grab ahold of it like a clump of mud. But even in the sluggish air, the street was bustling just the same as in Bridgetown. Carriages led by horses clapped down the road, and carts led by mules in turn led by men rattled and clanked. Women walked about carrying baskets on their backs or their heads or in the crooks of their arms. Well-attired people stood on street corners and
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