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Monday, May 31st, 2010

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    12:25a
    "And the reef wouldn't have ripped the keel out...
    "And the reef wouldn't have ripped the keel out of
    a boat that got blown in here back in the 1700s?
    Or 1600s?"
    Wireman shrugged"Chris Shannington says no one
    knows what the geography of Kitt Reef might have
    been a hundred and fifty years ago
    I looked at the spread-out lootThe smiling
    middle daughtersThe smiling Daddy, who was soon
    going to have to buy himself a new bathing costume
    And I suddenly decided he hadn't been sleeping
    with the nannyEven a mistress would have
    told him he couldn't have a newspaper photo of
    himself taken in that old thingShe would have
    found a tactful reason, but the real one was right
    in front of me, after all these years; even with
    less-than-perfect vision in my right eye, I could
    665
    see itOnly he didn't see it, and
    his daughters didn't see it, eitherLoving gucci new bag eyes
    did not seeSomething there, wasn't there? Some A
    that practically demanded a B
    "I'm surprised he talked about what he found at
    all," I said"If you happened on stuff like this
    today and then blabbed to Channel 6, half of
    Florida would show up in their little putt-putts,
    hunting for doubloons and pieces of eight with
    metal detectors
    "Ah, but this was another Florida," Wireman said,
    and I remembered Mary Ire using the same phrase
    "John Eastlake was a rich man, and Duma Key was
    his private preserveBesides, there were no
    doubloons, no pieces of eight - just moderately
    interesting junk uncovered by a freak stormFor
    weeks he went down and dived where that debris was
    scattered on the floor of the Gulf - and it was
    close in, according to Shannington; at low tide,
    you could practically wade to replica fendi spy itAnd sure, he was
    probably keeping an eye out for valuablesHe was
    a rich man, but I don't think that vaccinates a
    man against the treasure-bug"I'm sure it doesn't
    "The nanny would have gone with him on his
    treasure-hunting expeditionsThe three still-athome
    girls, too: the twins and ElizabethMaria
    and Hannah were back at their boarding school in
    Bradenton, and big sis had run off to Atlanta
    Eastlake and his little ones probably had picnics
    down there
    "How often?" I began to see where this was goingMaybe every day while the debris field was
    at its richestThey wore a path from the house to
    what was called Shade BeachIt was half a mile,
    if that
    "A path two adventurous little girls could follow
    on their ownTo everyone's sorrow He swept
    the pictures back into the folder"There's a
    story here, see by chloe bags muchacho, and I suppose it's
    marginally more interesting than a little girl
    swallowing a marble, but a tragedy is a tragedy,
    and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupidGive
    me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's
    Dream over Hamlet every timeAny fool with steady
    hands and a working set of lungs can build up a
    667
    house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes
    a genius to make people laugh
    He brooded a moment
    "What probably happened is that one day in April
    of 1927, when Tessie and Laura were supposed to be
    napping, they decided to get up, sneak down the
    path, and go hunting for treasure at Shade Beach
    Probably they meant to do no more than wade in as
    far as their knees, which is all they were
    permitted to do - one of the stories quotes John
    Eastlake as saying that, and Adriana backed gucci pantheon him
    up
    "The married daughter who came backShe and her new husband returned a day or
    two before the search for the bodies was
    officially called offThat's according to
    ShanningtonAnyway, one of the little girls maybe
    saw something gleaming a little further out and
    started to flounderThen-"
    "Then her sister tried to save her Yes, I could
    see itOnly I saw Lin and Ilse as they'd been
    when they were smallNot twins, but for three or
    four golden years nearly inseparable"And then the rip took em both
    Had to've been that way, amigo; that's why the
    bodies weren't foundOff they went, heigh-ho for
    the caldo largo
    I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant by the
    rip, then remembered a painting by Winslow Homer,
    romantic but of undeniable power: Undertow
    The intercom on the wall beeped, startling us miu miu coffer bot

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