Neither could Ann. In high school, he had feared the others’ ridicule if he were to give even the slightest clue about his sexual orientation, but, ...ow, that he was no longer a kid, he should have started going out and trying to meet someone. Only that each and every time, he had found an excuse to avoid doing exactly that. He could not even muster the courage to create a profile on a dating site, and that pretty much summed up how terrified he really was with the prospect of talking to someone. I suggested just letting the decomposing continue until the shattered seacocks were uncovered and the damn boat sank. A salvor would NEVER get the smell out of the interior ... the bodies would never be identified. It was doubtful that anyone would come forward with a claim. Did they do that?Nope.They sent the divers down to patch the through hulls and towed the boat to Eilot, Israel ... at the very tippy end of the Gulf of Aqaba.Why there?Djibouti, Djibouti, wouldn’t have them, Massawa,. My lounge chair was set so that I was sitting up. I was taking in the beauty of the day and the back yard. The birds were twittering about. We had very active groups of purple finches and Downey woodpeckers. The yard was always full of the sounds of birds.It reminded me of my youth in northern Wisconsin, sitting on a hay wagon listening to the meadowlarks or of my time in Texas listening to the mockingbirds. Bird songs always made me feel good.“Mick, I have some ice tea for you.” Keri came out. I slipped on the dress, pearls, and my new heels. The doorbell rang. It was a little strained in the car on the way to the restaurant, but maybe that was just in my mind. Lots of chitchat and then into the restaurant and a booth in the back, lit by candle light. I sat between Bill and Marnie as we slid into our seats. After a nice bottle of cabernet, bread sticks, and pasta, the talk changed over small glasses of Limoncello to the Nightline broadcast. “Marnie told me what you did after you saw.