Dog nappings have doubled on O`ahu over the past year. Brazen thefts of beloved pets from their homes have the community on edge. A beautiful, mysterious Chinese actress is distraught when her Pomeranian is stolen. Mail carrier Louise Golden finds the missing pooch, only to learn the actress is suddenly gone, with her belongings. Dogs are disappearing. Street people are being abducted by aliens—or so claims Louise’s homeless friend, Frankie. Clues point in different directions. Nothing adds up. A masked man appears out of nowhere and warns Louise to mind her own business. What did he mean? Everyone is a suspect: her boyfriend who tells stories for a living, the ex lover who once betrayed her, the acting coach skilled in the art of deception, the shameless stalker in the yellow Tweety Bird van. At the polo field, tempers flare. Someone’s bound to get hurt. Things heat up for Louise, as well, when a sexy Brazilian polo player befriends her. Is he truly a friend, or a rake intent on seducing vulnerable women? Can Louise even trust her own spiritual awakening to help her find a path to understanding—or is she faking it and running blindly to a dead end? What will she do when she comes face to face with her greatest fears?
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“For me,” he said, “riding a wave is like being with a woman. I must commit to her with my whole will, my whole mind, my whole body. And when I do that, when I ride down the curves and swells, it is like descending the smooth curves of a woman’s breast.” He was standing very close. Almost close enough to kiss. “It is such a beautiful thing, to be in that moment. No?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came to me.
“Even to watch—you have seen this, yes? When a surfer comes down the face of the wave—it is like watching the innocent lovers kissing, caressing, completely oblivious to you. You feel this same thrill, no?”
“I—”
“You must come surfing with me. It will heal you of your fears, because you must commit all of yourself to the wave. The fear is not of the sea or the shark, it is of the self. The fear of giving yourself up totally.”
How did he know about my fear of sharks, of the sea? Or, were my fears really of something else?
He continued, “But of course, when a woman or the ocean is angry—stormy—I stay away. I do not ask her what is the matter. That question is for husbands and fools.”
Hoof beats pounded the sand.
Felipe backed away from me, gave the slightest bow, then hopped onto Mística. He pulled her head around, kicked her, and rode away on the hard-packed sand at the water’s edge.
“What did he want?” Freddy asked.
I turned to look up at him and felt my head spin. Too much time in the hot sun, I thought. “I guess he was just being friendly.”
“Yeah. He’s a friendly guy.”
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jose Duarte
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Already translated.
Translated by Pedro Pablo Perez Aguero
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