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She was drinking a glass of red wine and reading a paperback,
Nina Simone’s “Sinnerman”
she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting khaki pants and a white cotton sweater.
New Essex was an old quarry town by the sea.
primary reason people went to New Essex was to eat fried clams and steamers, to gaze at the rock-strewn shore, or to visit the kitschy galleries that had replaced the old fishing shacks around the harbor.
The sky was a chalky blue, and the sea, glimpsed through gaps in the evergreens, was slack and gray.
view of the sea was blocked by white pines.
She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a wide leather belt; her tucked-in blouse had small black polka dots.
middle of nowhere in Connecticut,
Go there
Framed maps lined the wall, including one that was old and yellowed enough to have one of those sea monsters rearing out of the ocean.
Barbados.
The car was a vinyl-wood-paneled Buick LeSabre with a steering wheel that pulled to the left.
book-lined and dust-free.
black capri pants and a white sleeveless shirt with a scoop neck.
Monday evening, which was reserved for simple dinners and imported English dramas on public television.
how sculpted and smooth her arms were.
a metallic gray Audi,
She wore black capris and a sleeveless polka-dot shirt.
Cancun.
go there
