Not really a proper cathedral, she thought, you should be outside, with the moon and torches, in the native dirt, to have a proper Juusta. As she went...over and over her whole experience, still amazed, she asked herself "How do I feel?"When she searched for the answer, she realized that for the first time in her life, she was happy. Truly and wonderfully happy. All the worries, the petty jealousies, the oneupsmanship of her former life were now irrelevant, for she knew that she was in the grip. They decided who went where on their maps and finished up for the day.As Paul had predicted it did rain that afternoon, washing away his trail. So it was just as well they had planned to do it the harder way. Paul had selected the two trails he believed were the most likely and then sent Leigh to check the eastern trails as Vincent wanted the western trails nearest the coast. Paul thought the gang didn’t go too far off the main highway.Vincent, however, had a feeling that they may go further. ” But I favoured her backside, and to “go and dress in her biggest swimsuit bottom, so I can mark the suit-line!” She scuttled away, leaving mother and me to clear the table. Nothing being said, but mum looking relieved, not only that it was not her doing the deed but also that she was now released from the control she had endured these last few months. Reb soon returned, wearing just the lower half of her yellow bikini, a box of both brand and torch in hand and a `strap on’ dangling from her. ’ ‘Did your mother talk about him to you?’ ‘Yes missus.’ ‘What did she say?’ ‘Mam said he was awful good for the eyes … a tall, handsome man she fell in love with the first time she saw him. He was a mulatto brought from Port Au Prince … she said his color was like coffee au lait and his laughter lit the whole night … she was never the same after he was taken away … always sad and gazing off toward the sea almost like she expected him to come to her again … I was born three months after he was.