The Dancer from Atlantis

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“Full moon tonight,” he said. “Come up on deck with me. It should be. beautiful.”

“No, I’m tired,” she answered. “You go. I’d rather stay here.”

Duncan Reid made himself look squarely at his wife and say, “I thought this was our trip.”

Pamela sighed. “Of course. Later, dear, please. I’m sorry to be such a rotten sailor, but I am. All the bad weather we’ve been having till now. Oh, the pills kept me from getting actually sick, but I never felt quite good either.”

He continued to regard her. A dozen years ago. when they married, she was well endowed. Later a waxing plumpness became her despair, dieting her anguish. He had tried to say, “Don’t weep over it. Take more exercise. Mainly, remember you’re still a damned attractive woman.” And she was, fair-complexioned, blue-eyed, with soft brown hair and regular features and gentle-looking mouth. But he was less and less often able to say it successfully.

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