CHAPTER 16The seaweed formed unruly designs, like fragments of a dream. The first one was a princess without a crown and without legs. The one after that, just thirty feet away, was a flying saucer with some aliens on their way out. And now Hubert stood with admiration before the jagged outline of a motorcycle with three wheels. It was a certainty now: the ocean was dreaming of life beyond the reach of its water.
Hubert was on his way to the reception for speakers and chairpersons that was to take place in the pavilion in the middle of the park. Before the arrival of Helga's letter, this had been an evening to look forward to, one of glamor and evening robes. He had thought about strolling hand in hand along the promenade and through the park, a cautious chat about the future. Of this, no
