"Is anyone interested in breakfast?" I heard Sylvia call out. Her voice traveled thinly over the sand above the sound of the sea washing up onto the shore.

      At the breakfast table two spots remained empty. "Has anyone seen Tony and Indira?" Ross asked.

      "You will likely find both of them on the sunrise side of the island," Olive suggested. "Tony mentioned that he found a coconut grove. He probably needed help to bring some back."

      "Coconuts?" Ross repeated. "I hear one can make all kinds of wonderful goodies with coconuts. How about coconut pie, or coconut truffles?"

      "Sure!" Sylvia replied, and laughed. "Are you volunteering?"

      "Me?" Ross replied. "I have no time for that. My task is to supply the camp with fish."

      "Could you give me a hand with that?" Ross said to me. "You may even learn something about fishing. I want you to know, that you are looking at an expert fisherman. I can smell the fish; I can see the fish; I know where they hide; if my put my line into the water they come to me and offer themselves for our lunch." He began to laugh.

      I just shook my head. "You know as much about fishing, Pete, as I know about growing sunflowers. I have never seen you in a boat before, except as a passenger."

      "Well, it isn't exactly rocket science to stick a seed into the ground and grow sunflowers," Ross joked. "I know a little more about fishing than that."

      He pulled a small booklet from his pocket. "That contains the accumulated knowledge of all the local fishermen," he proclaimed. "It shows what fish to get; where to find them; what lure to use; what the best times are. It's all in there. I had a crash course in fishing from Jack the lodge operator, who had been a fisherman in the early days. He found it more rewarding, later, to let the tourists do the fishing. Many fishermen from the olden days are now fishing guides; that is, they were before the crash shut down the tourist business."

      So we went fishing that morning to supply our camp with fish for lunch and dinner. What I liked most about the fishing, was the waiting. Yes, we got enough fish in two hours to last us for a day, but the best was the waiting for them to bite; the quiet of morning; the dance of the sunlight reflected in the sea; a time for thinking, contemplating.



      "What do you suppose Tony's morning might have been like?" Ross interrupted the silence. "It's a two hours hike to get to the other side of the island."

      "That means Tony and Indira had to leave two hours before dawn, in the pitch black of the night," I concluded.

      "Indira and I had hoped to be at the Taj Mahal for sunrise one morning," I said a while later. "It never happened. We never got the logistics worked out."

"It probably was Indira's idea to experience the sunrise," said Ross.

      I nodded. "Knowing Indira, that experience was probably also a sunrise of a different sort for Tony," I replied. "It may have been that even for her. I gave Tony a crash course on our latest discoveries about Mary's matrix. Did I tell you about that, Ross?"

      "How did you mange to get him to listen?" Ross said and laughed. "He hates that sort of thing. He keeps telling me that he is a practical man, not a 'theoretical' man, as he had always put it."

      "I told him about your discovery of Mary's references to sex," I said to Ross, "and your discovery of Mary's the separation of sex from marriage. I told him about the two aspects being two entirely separate issues. He was interested on that account, Ross. Apparently the separation of the two aspects had some meaning to him as a practical man. He said it alters the perceived image of sex."

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