Arthur is at Twisted Lime, tossing back shots of green liquid.
He has made a few friends. His night is sorted.
....
Katherine is back in her room at the Salamanca Wharf Hotel.
She locks the door before getting into her pjs.
She lies down on her bed. Takes her new book out.
How Proust Can Change Your Life.
But uh! Those spicy pork and beef sausages.
She will have a bad night.
....
Gaius and David have tossed for the double bed and David has won it.
He gets in, in his underwear.
Gaius gets into the single, in his.
Gaius falls asleep at once, and dreams he is riding a bicycle somewhere in France.
David lies awake thinking of a wet windy island with no facilities.
....
The three lobsters are on Constitution Dock, next to a bollard.
Pink moon tonight, observes Captain Baudin.
It's not really pink, says Dufresne.
It's named after the flesh of a lobster, says Louttit.
Which isn't pink either, says Dufresne.
It does have a true name, says Baudin. Let me try and remember.
They are silent while he tries to remember.
The only sounds are of minimal traffic somewhere behind them, and clanking riggings, on the water.
Perigee-syzygy! says Baudin.
That's it! says Dufresne. But who was he?
An Arabian lobster, I believe, says Baudin.
It's good he remembered.
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