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Don’t worry, Eleanor thought. She tried so hard not to worry, to relax. But what was she without her thoughts, without her past and her plans for the future? A splash echoed from the water below, then a cheer. Someone dove in. “How would I change?” Eleanor asked. “Just do it here, right now.” Sophie stood, speaking down to Eleanor where she sat, folded, on the blanket’s edge. Her bikini fit like in a catalog. “Just swim in your underwear,” She gestured around at the few, scattered groups of people left. “We’re in Germany.” Eleanor looked around at the teenage boys, the two older gentlemen on a bench at the far side of the grass. She wasn’t sure which would be more offensive — if they looked or if they didn’t. “Yes,” Eleanor began to unbutton her blouse. “And the most puritanical of you emigrated to my country.” “I thought your ancestors were British?” “Mayflower, to be specific.” Eleanor quipped, wriggling out of her skirt. “The original killjoys.” They walked down to join the others. Eleanor hung back, a few steps from the water’s edge. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to make herself small,

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