“Hey Alice, look what I found,” shouted Jack to his wife. But she couldn’t hear him over the growl of the tractors and the shrieks of the sea gulls. He waved his arms at her, but she turned away from him at just that moment. He smiled. “Wasn’t that like her?” he thought as he stepped towards her, walking with the skill of a seasoned climber. The hillocks of sand and garbage had to be negotiated with all the care he could muster.
Just as Jack reached Alice, she turned back to him, almost as if she knew he were there. “What have you got there, Brody?” she asked in her usual gruff manner. He always told her to call him Jack, but she preferred Brody, probably trying to remind him she’d been a truckdriver and had given up a lot to marry him. “I don’t...

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