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SUCH A ONE After his wife went to sleep at night he heard the voices on the beach. He was alone reading beneath a circle of old light old because the book he was reading was old a book hed saved for himself since he was a Iittle boy. It had a woven blue cover and thick nearly orange pages. And he was descending slowly into it Iowering himself into the musty magic of the narrative the writers eyes twinkling and oddly huppy that hed forgotten it all these years and had the chance to discover it again even now too late to break the ferie ring and cross the street zo years earlier when the womans laugh was a girls laugh and the girl was his wife. I was dreaming youd find this book shed say and laughing the way people laughed a longtime ago shed run into the sea. The next day he tried to find her again slipping into the dark book like a scuba diver lowering himself quietly down the side of the boat his mask flashing in the moonlight and when he read the sentenceThe Lords uent sailing in such a one one of the old Indian sloops he let go of the side slipping below the chair and under the water the light bulb above tingeing the water a lovely old green which slowly fell away as he glid out to the wonderful young woman out to the sea. They lived on an island together he and that girl o his his girl to whom he sang like a lunatic under the rain. It was funnlr like spritzer and the rusty Were Here theyd see leaping over the waves bent with wind and headed for shore they waved her away too and sat together reading the book and when the men came and took the car out of the driveway they hardly noticed good men but worried about lunch and luck when it was all just as simple as the design in a rug the print on a dress. The blue book was the hit of the summer. Bridge parties raged and the young woman knew new joy in her secret dress old flowers alive on a red field with the man falling in love with her slender arm her girls fingers her eyes blue and discovered anew with the cover of the book. On the third night the man finished the book a floor beneath her even breathing. Slowly he climbed upstairs. There was no way to tell her that he could love her this much enough to make her up and run away in the dark of the beach the moony canoe stuff glistening while she kissed him so many years ago with her beautiful pink lips. She was asleep. She was a beautiful sloop headed out to sea. He felt the top of her gown soft strap maneuvering easily over the known shoulder. From 19