A Boy, It Had Been a Boy

Nadine's patience for Cohen had run out long ago. She could wait years for this new growth, happening there in the darkness. Back home the space for him had narrowed. Soon there would be no place left at all. But space had opened for him here, hadn't it? The wind was up and the wind surfer skidded along the crests of the waves. A man-riller bladed past with an enormous white Siamese draped around his neck. His eyes were too long slits against the sun.