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Uploader: Ignatius Kiehn The bathtub had bubble jets. There was an endless supply of fat towels and liquid gardenia soap. In the lobby, an elderly gentleman played Gershwin on a grand piano at four each afternoon. The Playa Grande Resort in Baja had white curtains, white tile, white carpets, and explosions of lush white flowers. The staff members were nurselike in their white cotton garments. Jule had been alone at the hotel livro mentirosos e lockhart nearly four weeks now. This morning, she was running in the Playa Grande gym.
The woman gave her a penetrating look. Jule stepped off the treadmill to stretch her quads.
I booked this hotel at the last minute. You been here long? At the Playa Grande?
An eel? The eel swam out from the rocks. It must have been eight feet long. Bright green. If you scare easy. You traveling alone? Jule stopped and turned.
And dementia. He used to be the head of our family. Very macho. Strong in all his opinions. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Too much information. Go shower or whatever. A scar wound down her right forearm, jagged, like from a knife, not clean like from an operation. There was a story there. A smile. White but crooked teeth. You wanna go?
Silly and loud. Yeah, all right. What about you? Like Dickens? It suddenly seemed an odd set of things to be interested in. The bar with sofas. She hardly ever got labeled ugly, nor was she commonly labeled hot. She was short, only five foot one, and carried herself with an uptilted chin. Her hair was in a gamine cut, streaked blond in a salon and currently showing dark roots.
Green eyes, white skin, light freckles. There was a hard panel of abdominal muscle under a layer of fat in her midsection. She liked to eat meat and salt and chocolate and grease. Jule believed that the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. She believed that the way you speak is often more important than anything you have to say.
If she trusted you, Jule would tell you she went to Stanford for a year on a track-and- field scholarship. The school gave me money for tuition, books, all that. Jule might shrug. When he got around to me, I kicked him where it counts and told everybody who would listen. Professors, students, the Stanford Daily.
I shouted it to the top of the stupid ivory tower, but you know what happens to athletes who tell tales on their coaches. The coach kept his job. I quit the team.
She was still in her bathing suit, but she wore her sea- green running shoes. The suit was a gunmetal one-piece with a hoop at the chest and a deep plunge. It was a very Marvel Universe look.
The lounge was air-conditioned. No one else was ever in there. Jule put her feet up and wore headphones and drank Diet Coke. After two hours of Spanish she ate a Snickers bar for lunch and watched music videos.
She danced around on her caffeine jag, singing to the line of swivel chairs in the empty lounge. Life was bloody gorgeous today. She liked that sad woman running away from her sick father, the woman with the interesting scar and the surprising taste in books.
They would kill it at trivia. Jule drank another Diet Coke. She checked her makeup and kickboxed her own image in the reflective glass of the lounge window. Then she laughed aloud, because she looked both foolish and awesome. All the while, the beat pulsed in her ears.
The poolside bartender, Donovan, was a local guy. He was big-boned but soft. Slick hair. Lockhart Author Ariadne Meyers Narrator Genuine Fraud E.
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