Once they were alone, the sergeant looked at her impassively and said, “Name?”“Katrin.”“Where are you from?”“Tyrsall, originally. Most r...cently, Circle Bay.”“Why did you return to Tyrsall?” The sergeant’s tone was bored, as if he didn’t care about the answers to the questions.“I’m learning to be a minstrel. We thought we’d make more money in a bigger city.”“The man you were working with that night—what’s his name? Where is he from?”Katrin couldn’t lie about everything, since Corec had told her. I was surprised to see Black men since as far as I knew; none of my girlfriends even knew a Black man. I gave a quick glance at one of my girlfriends who just smiled coyly and introduced me to JD and Tyrone. "So this is the married woman?" JD said to me. "Not married yet," Jen answered. This did little to put me at ease. JD was a very attractive man, but a Black man? I'd never thought of being with a Black man. Surely my friends didn't have anything like that in mind for the evening. About a. "6:00 is fine. I will see you at 6:00 then. Pick me up here?" I'll be here. I know a nice restaurant close by with a spectacular view," he said."Sounds lovely," she said.After Emily went back to her room, Terry went downstairs and to the spot where Emily said she was laying when her top was pilfered by that pesky seagull. He looked around where she was laying, but he couldn't find it. So he went to the nearest lifeguard station, a couple of hundred feet down the beach.Knocking on the door, he. Chinese? Arabic? Swahili? But he looks fairly standard Nordic, why would he speak only those? And how did he get here in the middle of North America without a damn word of English?Well, never mind, time to go to basics. I point to myself. “Linda,” I tell him. Might as well start on a first-name basis.He gets it immediately; I guess I need to re-think the disorientation. “Lin-da,” he repeats. He points to his own chest. “Oo-go,” he says.“‘Hugo, ‘“ I say after him. “Well, nice to meet you, Hugo..