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Man, now he’d have to walk the house. Her cell phone was off and he’d never installed that intercom he’d been told was vital. Did he look like some intercom guy? He’d get an intercom when he had five kids to track down and not a moment sooner. But right now he wished he had the damn thing. “Lola!”
    “Miss Lo la having a nap.”
    Bobby spun around and sighed. It was Rosa, his housekeeper, or maid, or whatever she liked to call herself; or perhaps she was his personal assistant. No, that was Lester. Or was Lester still called a butler?
    “Napping? It’s two o’clock.”
    “Yes, Mr. Bobby.”
    Bobby frowned. A ll right, it wasn’t Rosa’s fault. He shouldn’t take out his frustrations on her. “Thanks, Rosa. Can I have a cold beer?”
    “Coming up , Mr. Bobby.”
    Rosa scurried away and Bobby stretched out on the sofa.
    “Bobby?”
    “Susan?”
    “We should build a shelter.”
    Bobby looked around. He was on the beach and Susan was talking. He sighed with relief. Was this his dream now? No, he still felt that it was hers. He got up off the sand and stood next to her. She came up to his chest, like a kid. Bobby was used to the tall Hollywood type who came with stilettos and attitude. He decided that he liked the smallness of her.
    A shelter? Th is was new. Finally they were doing something. He wanted to talk more, ask her the rest of her name, but all he saw was her back as she strode off towards a dense coconut forest at the edge of the beach.
    “Susan!” But she didn’t turn around. I guess I’ll have to jog. No problem, that’s what gyms are for; for getting you fit enough so you can run after your dream girl.
    But running in dreams isn’t easy, or at least it wasn’t easy in this dream. His feet sank into the soft sand, and with each step forward Susan seemed to gain a mile.
    “Susan, w ait up!” he called out pathetically. Why wouldn’t she wait? He could only see a bit of her red shirt now as it disappeared through the coconut trees. “Come on feet!” He encouraged himself. “Get going or you’re going to lose her.” And so he ran. Left foot. Higher, higher. Right foot. Run.
    Huffing and puffing, Bobby arrived at the edge of the coconut perimeter. “Susan!”
    “O ver here.”
    Bobby spun in the direction of the voice and saw Susan sitting on a fallen tree.
    “A storm must have brought this one down,” she said.
    Bobby approached her. He could make out the letters of her T-shirt, but they didn’t spell “Susan” this time, or “tired”. What he read was “Wednesday”. Wednesday? So what?  He didn’t want to know the day of the week. He wanted to know her name.
    “We can use this one,” she said.
    “Use it?”
    Susan frowned. “I can’t do this on my own, you know.”
    “Do what?” Was she still talking about building a shelter? How was he supposed to build a shelter? At first he had liked the idea of action—five seconds ago, before he exhausted himself running—but building a shelter was a monumental task, and with a fallen coconut tree? He wasn’t a carpenter, just a humble movie star. Besides, even he knew a carpenter needed at least a few tools, like a hammer, or some nails maybe, or even a knife―a knife would be good, but in retrospect, not for cutting down coconut trees.
    Susan didn’t look so good. Sitting there on that fallen tree, she appeared pale and sad. Had he done that? Was he making her sad? Fix this Bobby . “Susan?”
    She looke d up and he wanted to die for her. To lay himself down and declare his last breath to her, like in the movies. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were like soft giant pools existing with the sole purpose to lose himself in, her skin there for him to touch, her lips… “Oh Susan,” he walked up to her and joined her on the tree trunk. He kept his gaze on her eyes, “You are so beautiful.”
    Susan lowered her lashes and a smile played with the corners of her mouth.
    Bobby couldn’t believe his luck. He had made her