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All American Part XIX of a novel in many parts
by Roger Vaughan Previously: The year is 1988. Andy Thomas made an ill-advised tactical call during a race in 50foot sailboats that nearly caused a dangerous collision. His father, Mitchell (at the helm), was livid. Later, at the awards dinner, a drunken Andy delivered a public declaration that made it virtually impossible for Mitchell Thomas, a well-known amateur sailor, not to mount a Round the World Race challenge. Okay, you know the rest, but if you missed anything or need a refresher, go to www.tidewatertimes. com (writers, Roger Vaughan), where you can find all previous chapters. ***
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n dy had dozed off. Becky shifted in his arms, waking him. “Wow.” Andy was still in another world, his first visit to that place where love and the convergence of souls reduce the speed of light to a crawl, creating a weightless, delirious limbo and providing a momentary hallelujah glimpse of all things
perfect. Organ music, full stops. He was still suspended, just starting to feel gravity reclaiming him. His mind felt the way fingers prickle after being sleep-bound. “Spectacular,” Becky whispered in his ear. “You knew.” “Yes. So did you, I’ll bet.” “I have to admit. . .” “That’s why, well, there’s a lot of important stuff, but this, I mean, priorities are so vital.” “We had to finish what we started 15 years ago,” Andy said. “That would be 17 years. . .” “And how many days?” Becky laughed. “Thirty-four days and ~ what time is it ~ 14 hours.” “Really?!” “You bet.” She laughed. Becky slipped out of bed and stretched, pulling her hair back. Andy couldn’t believe the extraordinary view, the beauty. “Come on, get dressed,” she said. “Lots to do.” She opened the door and gave a signal. Gus dashed in and jumped on the bed, licking Andy’s face. A lot of animal, Andy thought. Formidable.
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