effort seems to great and anyway, there is the storm that is comingtoward them. They must go soon. Her arms feel heavy.Suddenly she notices the silence. Everyone has gone, and soquickly. There are no more screaming splashing children, no loversembracing in the sea, no married couples quarreling. They have it tothemselves now, the entire Riviera. How often does that happen?Another rumble of thunder. Oh, the light is exquisite now on thesea. The clouds are heavy and white with gray and black edging. It’slovely. They should wait and risk its arrival. Wait until the last minuteand then rush to the car in the midst of it, letting the raindrops pelttheir backs, soak their clothes.But John will want to leave soon. She can feel his struggle withimpatience and his unwillingness to express his desire to leave. He hasthese fights inside, she always knows it. He can’t insist.Well, she doesn’t want to care about his discomfort. It isn’t hers andhe can learn, or not, to express his desires. She sits up to look at theclouds and to take another sip of wine and doesn’t look at him. Shetilts her head back to let the sun tease her eyes, then dips her headagain. She falls back on her arms and wills the sun to stay visible underthe clouds. She likes the golden warmth on her skin. It feels good tostretch her neck back so far. Maybe he will kiss her. She closes hereyes.No.