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Lord’s Gate

“No, but you implied it,” she says interrupting his tirade.

“Yes, but…”

“You can’t expect to call your employer a racist and expect
him to keep you in his employ,” she adds, ending the discus-
sion.

* * *

From the moment Harry and his wife arrived on the island,
it was a love affair, a marriage made — if not in heaven —
then along the shores of the upscale eco-resort that Dawn and
Russ had labored seven years to create. It had all the charm
tourists imagine when they think of a quintessential Caribbe-
an vacation: access only by boat; a private beach with crystal
clear water, perfect for swimming, snorkeling and diving; six
simple, but elegant thatched cottages, each with total privacy;
a candle-lit, beach front dining room with exquisite Caribbean
cuisine; and elegant service. At a distance from shore were six
moorings,where sailboats, anchored for the night with their
rigging clanging gently, could take advantage of the fine dining
at the restaurant.

Harry and his wife had been on vacation from their jobs
at a resort on a neighboring island. They heard about Eclipse
on the Internet, and from the description they knew they had
to see it. It was expensive though, so they came for one night
only. They ended up staying a year, returning home just once
to sell all their belongings.

Russ was in his mid-sixties, hale and hearty, though a tad on
the wiry side, an American and, Harry later learned, an ex-Sci-
entologist. Dawn was barely forty, blonde, Canadian, elegantly

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