Puerto Rico
Puerto RicoJuly 2020
July 2020It was muggy from sunrise to sunset, and the hacienda didn’t have central air conditioning. A few rooms had been retrofitted with wall-mounted units. We retreated from the library to the air-conditioned study to work, but even the short walk to the bathroom made us sweat.
That evening the ceiling fans in the dining room, spinning full force, offered only a modicum of relief. When Frank Williams and I returned after taking the dinner dishes to the kitchen, Admiral Cortell cleared his throat. “Our progress has been okay…not great. The heat has made us a bit lethargic, but Captain Roibal has brought a more pressing weather concern to my attention.”
“I’m guessing no one is too happy about our humid heat, especially you.” Roibal looked at Carla.
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