The Green Eagle Score

10

She was on her chaise longue, face up to the sun. She was wearing the suit with the black trunks and the black and white top. Her sunglasses had white rims. Towel and book and cigarettes and suntan lotion were on the sand beside her. She seemed to be asleep.

Parker had gone up to the room first and put on his trunks. He padded across the sand and sat down on the chaise beside her. “You’re more tanned now than you were,” he said.

Claire started. She looked at him, lifted her sunglasses and squinted at him under them. “You did come back,” she said.

“I always will.”

“Good. Where shall we eat tonight?”

“Mallorquina.”

“Good, I like that. Shall we go to the casino afterwards?”

“Yes,” he said.