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chipped. Soon, the crack grew until she was able to wriggle her fingers into
the gap and split it wide open. Pleased, she carefully began working on the
opposite leg.
    She stood up and dusted the shards of glass and plaster from
her nightdress. Gazing in disbelief at the mess she’d made, she reddened with
shame. Quickly, she scooped up the pretty bottles into her outstretched gown
and carefully placed them back where they once proudly stood.
    She sighed and shook her head in frustration. There seemed
to be many more bottles now. Maybe the morons wouldn’t notice.
    She gazed at the two large chunks of petrified earth she’d
pried from her legs. She glanced around in hopes of finding a place to hide
them. Maybe, the baboon and his sidekick wouldn’t see they were missing from
her legs.
    Suddenly, she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
Frantically, she glanced around the small room, searching for a hiding place
for the broken pieces of earth. But there was nothing to be found in the small
area.
    They were rushing down the hall now. Desperate, she quickly
picked the pieces up and tossed them through the doorway toward the darkened
corner in the bedroom. Hopefully, they would lay hidden where they fell.
    But too late, she realized with horror she’d missed her
mark. She wasn’t surprised. She’d never been much good at the coconut toss game
back on the island.
    To her dismay the heavy pieces spun out of control through
the air and as if in slow motion, crashed out the beautiful picture window with
a reverberating bang.
    Harmon burst into the room and gazed at the sight before
him.
    What he set eyes upon, his mind could not fully absorb.
Maybe Bice was right. Maybe he should have listened to his manager. After all,
for the most part he’d listened to him the better part of five years. And for
the most part, as much as he hated to admit it, Bice had usually been right
about things. Some things at least.
    The girl was standing in front of the window, gazing in unmistakable
horror at him. A large hole in the ornamental glass framed her silhouette. The
ten-thousand dollar, one of a kind artwork he’d flown in from Italy was
destroyed. A salty ocean breeze from the cliffs beyond blew gently through the
ragged opening. The tattered silk curtains billowed in the breeze, tossing
honey colored wisps of hair around Heaven’s pale face.
    He stared at her feet. Red and blue, yellow and orange
cabochons from the window littered the floor around her. Amber liquid dripped
from her nightdress, silently falling to the floor amongst the remnants of his
masterpiece.
    He noticed a smell. A God-awful smell, as the once still air
churned throughout the suite. The smell of a thousand old perfumes dumped
together and blended into one. An overpowering, sickening scent of a hundred
old ladies gathered around him, poking their bony fingers into his face and
scolding him for lifting a girl’s skirt in class.
    But, there was something else. Something more was wrong
other than the shattered window. Something besides the smell. He squinted at
the girl and studied her carefully. He could feel Bice’s hot breath on his neck
millimeters behind him, coming in ragged gasps.
    Through watery eyes he gazed at her legs. Her porcelain
perfect legs. The legs which were mangled on the island only a week ago. The
same legs which the doctors told him would never be the same. He’d been warned
she would need years of therapy, and she may still never walk. He hadn’t even
mustered the courage to tell her she’d quite possibly be crippled for life.
    He glanced at the calendar on his diamond encrusted watch.
The accident was last Friday. Not two weeks ago, not three weeks ago. Seven
days ago.
    He thumped his watched madly and pressed it to his ear. He
struggled to hear the near silent tick-tick-tick of the timepiece. It
was working perfectly. It damned sure better, it’d cost him a day’s salary.
    He studied the girl who called herself Heaven once