Eli woke before she did. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, let himself quietly out, and soon found the urn of hot coffee Myra had set up with the breakfast things by the lithium pool, where a kind of greenhouse enclosed the steaming water. She had two big plastic containers of granola – one maple-flavored and the other plain – a vat of yogurt, and a small selection of oranges, red grapes, and bananas. People didn’t come here for the food. And, from the looks of things, a low-priced getaway was the main attraction. He poured himself a Styrofoam cup, black, and walked over to the office, where he found Myra going over the accounts.
“Hey, where’s Vivek?” he grinned as she rose to give him a hug.
“Gone to the hardware store for PVC pipe. Again. We should just order a truckload of i
