She walks pail and mop in hand in front of me. Her smooth face stretched by the way she’s pursed her lips. She does not look at me though I search the side of her face for any sign of acknowledgment that I exist.
My wife is in the private baths where the sulfur infused water is cleaning her skin. I had to pay extra for the private room because she forgot her swimsuit. She had it in her hands, but somehow did not bring it with her. I did not notice either.
Soufriere, where the sulfur air combines with sea-salt and cleanses you inside out. She is tall, probably six feet. Is she wondering what I am writing? I look up above my glasses and catch her eyes before she disappears into the room where my wife is bathing. I have no idea what to make of it.
The garden is seething with plants. I take pictures
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