The Lake of Malawi is bigger than many inland seas.
“You know,” Marina told my source, “it’s really unfortunate I have to flee like this. From the world. From men. They are just too lovely to ignore. I’ll have to find a middle way. A golden mean.”
“You will, dear Marina. You will,” my source promised. She spoke like an automaton when she spoke to Marina. No deeper attention was called for. Because Marina loved her own voice. My source left for Pretoria again. She had to organize the divers. These, the first two, came from somewhere along the Maghreb in North Africa. I think she told me, Algeria.
And so they arrived. They would dive in the day. Sometimes at night. They remained a week. Marina would pull up her easy chair to the big screen of her bedroom window. And watch, spellbound.
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