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Chapter 11

           StillRosemarydidnotseewhysheshouldgo,butsheobeyedthesure,clearvoicethathadsentherintothestageentranceoftheOdeoninPariswhenshewastwelveandgreetedherwhenshecameoutagain.

           ShethoughtshewasreprievedwhenfromthestepsshesawAbeandMcKiscodriveawaybutafteramomentthehotelcarcamearoundthecorner.SquealingdelightedlyLuisCampionpulledherinbesidehim.

           "Ihidtherebecausetheymightnotletuscome.I’vegotmymoviecamera,yousee."

           Shelaughedhelplessly.Hewassoterriblethathewasnolongerterrible,onlydehumanized.

           "IwonderwhyMrs.McKiscodidn’tliketheDivers?"shesaid."Theywereverynicetoher."

           "Oh,itwasn’tthat.Itwassomethingshesaw.WeneverdidfindexactlywhatitwasbecauseofBarban."

           "Thenthatwasn’twhatmadeyousosad."

           "Oh,no,"hesaid,hisvoicebreaking,"thatwassomethingelsethathappenedwhenwegotbacktothehotel.ButnowIdon’tcareIwashmyhandsofitcompletely."

           TheyfollowedtheothercareastalongtheshorepastJuanlesPins,wheretheskeletonofthenewCasinowasrising.Itwaspastfourandunderablue-grayskythefirstfishingboatswerecreakingoutintoaglaucoussea.Thentheyturnedoffthemainroadandintothebackcountry.

           "It’sthegolfcourse,"criedCampion,"I’msurethat’swhereit’sgoingtobe."

           Hewasright.WhenAbe’scarpulledupaheadofthemtheeastwascrayonedredandyellow,promisingasultryday.

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