The club manager, who lived virtually next door to the resort, was called in one Saturday evening to construct and deploy the monster. He listened carefully to the details of the design, which itself changed in the course of its description, to incorporate the whims of those whose input had been gently and tactfully rejected over the course of the earlier debates but who happened to be present at this grand commissioning. It would be unfair to say that anyone had actually made a sketch or written down the dimensions of the anchor constellation. Everyone realized the imprudence of having one’s name associated with what could become one of the more prominent disasters of maritime history in the country, and there were already plenty of them.
He made a few notes and went home chuckling. Next
