could learn to trust.
She was all girl. Her breasts formed tan half-moons where they peeked out above the top of her bathing suit. Her stomach sank flatly back from her rib cage and then rounded out nicely to her thighs. Her legs were long and she would stand at least five-seven in heels. It was all there, nicely shaped and molded, in almost perfect proportion, and she seemed totally unaware of it.
When she was twenty feet away she made the smile warmer and said: âHi, there.â
âHi,â I said.
âWould you mind watching my things while I go in? The last time I was here a couple of the kids made off with them and I had to drive back in my suit.â She spread the black and red towel on the sand and dropped the bag down on it.
âIâm Anne Kidd,â she said and extended her hand. I took it.
âPeter Upshaw.â
âYou American?â
âYes.â
âI couldnât tell by the way you speak, but then I havenât given you a chance to say anything, have I? But your hatâs a dead giveaway. I havenât seen a hat like that since Daytona.â
âItâs been in the family a long time.â
She smiled at me. âIâm just going in for a little while. Please donât go away.â
âIâll be here.â
She ran towards the water, and she ran well in the sand. She caught a wave and dived through it and then began to swim with a smooth, effortless Australian crawl. She swam as if she had spent a lot of time in the water. I liked to watch her. She swam for fifteen minutes and then she came running back up the beach, just a little pigeon-toed, but not much, her sunbleached hair hanging wet and straight to her shoulders. She remained lovely.
âYou remind me of a fish I once knew,â I said.
She laughed and picked up the towel, shook it, and began to dry the water from her body. I watched with interest. âWhen I was three,â she said, âthey threw me into the pool at home. It was during a party. My parents thought it was fun. I learned to swim for self-protection.â
âYou werenât frightened.â
âI didnât have time to be, I suppose. Daddy jumped in and my mother followed him, fully dressed, and then all of the guests jumped in and they passed me back and forth like a beach ball. It was hilarious, they tell me. I donât remember it.
I offered her a cigarette after she had spread the towel out and was sitting on it, her knees tucked up to her chin. She refused, but said; âCould I have a swallow of your beer? Iâm terribly thirsty.â
âItâs warmâIâll be happy to get you one from the stand.â
âIâm used to it warm. All I want is a swallow.â
I handed her the green bottle and she drank and handed it back.
âWhere do you drink your warm beer?â I asked.
âIn Ubondo.â
âYou live there?â
âI teach there. Iâm with the Peace Corps.â
âI never met a Peace Corps before,â I said. âDo you like it?â
âAfter a while you donât think about whether you like it or not. You just do it.â
âHow long have you been here?â
âIn Albertia?â
âYes.â
âFifteen months. I came down to Barkandu to have my teeth checked. The Baptists have a good dental clinic here. How are your teeth?â
âMy own.â
âSomebody told me once not to think about yourself anymore than you do about your teeth. That started me thinking about my teeth all the time. Do you think about yours often?â
âEvery morning; also every night.â
âI like my teeth,â she said. âThey seem to be the most permanent thing about me.â
âHow many Peace Corps people are in Albertia?â
âAbout seventy. Some are up north. There are about twenty of us around Ubondo and there are about forty-five over in the east. You havenât been here long, have