This Is the Modern WorldChapter 7
As warned the previous evening, Helena awakened me early. The relentless buzzer disturbed a wonderful dream, a memory really, somewhat altered. I stood on a ridge that overlooked the windward and leeward sides of the southern portion of Oahu, but instead of the cute Japanese girlfriend who accompanied me on the hike, the woman embracing me and warming me against the brisk wind turned out to be Helena. I awoke chilled by my naked body uncovered at least at my back. My front had Naomi's...