“Didn’t you see her yesterday? Why not deliver it yourself?” Damon asked, Lighting his own cigarette.

He remembered Tyrone’s swift punch to the thief, a memory accentuated by the imagined sound of breaking ribs.

Tyrone drew heavily on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled upwards and vanished.

The chill of Sabrina’s words from yesterday, “I don’t want to remarry you,” lingered with him, colder even than December in Norwen.

After a pause, Tyrone asked, “Did she say anything else?”

“She offered to treat me to dinner tomorrow,” Damon replied, anticipating Tyrone’s response. “She insisted, since I helped her. If you object, she’ll speak to you.”

Tyrone paused once more before taking another drag, his face serious.

Tyrone and inquired, “What do you think? You have to agree this time,

“Tell her

“Okay.”

go to the sea to observe the whales the following day. A large ship had been reserved by Bettie for the whale-watching trip. The

Sabrina and Damon planned

desire to select a restaurant, Sabrina

requested that Damon inform her once he had

next morning, precisely at seven-thirty, Sabrina and her friends gathered at

individuals awaited their turn,

had secured a catamaran for

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