Gwendolyn Hackworth hadn't packed a parasol, but she was untroubled; she'd 
always had a kind of natural, unconscious alamodality. She and John strolled 
down onto the island. By the time Hackworth's eyes had adjusted to the 
sunlight, he was already squatting and rubbing a pinch of soil between his 
fingertips. Gwen left him to obsess and joined a group of other women, mostly 
engineers' wives, and even a baronet-level Equity Participant or two.