The float house on Sunday was like a church to me, all bright and honey smelling from the candles I lit, almost holy. I"d never been to a Catholic church but I thought the sweet-smelling incense and the gold and silver pouring through the stained glass windows there must be like a glimpse of heaven. There was a stained glass window in the float house. Reds and purples sparkled on the white boards of the walls. The ocean splashed against the sturdy pontoons under the creaking old structure, and a sort of joy welled up in my breasts to think of spending the summer here.
wasI wore my new khaki pants and the striped brown shirt, and a pink lipstick I"d bought at the twenty-four hour drugstore yesterday after we"d left the Red Ox Inn. You should have bought the coral lipstick, it would have go
