I hated that too. But in the same way you can't help peeking through your fingers at a horror movie, I couldn't help taking a quick squint at those lardy thighs whenever I got the chance. But all that and Frieda were behind me now thank God. I was staring out at the ocean, letting my mind drift and ripple with the waves, when I saw him. At first I put him down to a mirage like the dancing palm trees.
Nobody wells up out of the sea like that, particularly dressed in a snazzy three piece suit.
He was even wearing a tie which was ridiculous in this heat and a broad brimmed white fedora hat like the ones they wore back in the nineteen twenties. He didn't seem to walk exactly, but glided up the beach without moving his legs, like he was riding one of those walkways you find at airports.