I: Zane
While Faith and I made love with each other in the surf, and then slept, a figure followed us, made silent by the din of the waves, made invisible by the night.
At first the figure watched only, with shameful jealousy. Much of what he saw he could not bear to watch, but what he could watch he watched hungrily. And when what he saw began to twist his mind to dread revenge, daring manipulation, and grisly violation, he let it do so. He let it fill him with anger and indignation, and he let it burn through the thin film between right and wrong. And while we dreamed there in the ocean's cool mist, the figure approached.
Before our sated bodies collapsed in each other's arms, we pulled our clothes to the shore, farther from the receding tide. And the figure, still silent, still invi
