TWENTY-THREEA FEW WEEKS later Kelly and I were watching a sunset for the green flash. The green flash occurs when the sun sinks into the sea, “… caused by the blue water refracting the reddish rays,” Kelly explained.
To see this phenomenon, Kelly had obtained a fresh wave in her toast-colored hair and was wearing the same attractive frock that’d been caught in the convertible hood the first time I ever saw her. I had steered the station wagon into Torrey Pines Park, which is a coastal bluff topped by picturesque, gnarled trees that grow nowhere else in the U. S. A., as Kelly explained.
It was only a short way north of La Jolla, and we arrived early and had the parking place to ourselves.
“Rather a romantic view,” said Kelly.
“You ought to see a stand of Minnesota pines,” I remarked. “A
