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Swan
It was the run-up to the Summer Ball at the Green Lake Yacht Club when it started. Tony and I were in the changing room showering after our morning’s water-skiing. I was shaken out of my daydream by Tony’s voice. ‘Going to the Summer Ball, Alec? You know the Ski club gets an allocation of tickets.’ ‘Yeah, I know. But who to ask?’ ‘Yeah.’ There was silence for a while, and then we both spoke at once. ‘Julie Trask!’ More silence for a long moment as we realised we planned to ask the same...