Charlotte's Search
She gives me a film star smile.
"How about a soak in the tub," says James.
"Great idea. Charlotte, red, white or cava?"
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Ten minutes later, up to our chests in warm water and foam, I fill the flutes, passing them across.
"'Scuse me a mo," says Charlotte, then slides under the surface. She rises again a few seconds later, snorting bubbles.
"How do you feel now?" I ask.
James tips his glass to me, smiling, but he doesn't speak. Then, his lids drooping, he looks away.
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