“The cortege has passed the Pyrenees. It’s no longer snowing. For the last few leagues before they reach the stretch of the Bidasoa River that marks the borderline between Spain and France, the infanta and her retinue progress to the accompaniment of energetic dancing.”
“About that time, Maud felt a tap on the shoulder. Jimmy Foreman, a good-looking, skinny boy she’d known most of her life, led her into the dirt.”
“The Argo, his first remote-controlled boat, buzzed into the concavity of a kickboard, bumping it through the Mission diving well, nudging it under the shadows of concrete slabs, five, seven, ten meters high, while divers waited in the bright sun, wicking their arms with aqua shammies, yoking their necks, and stretching on the platforms above until the white-haired boy piloted boat and board away.”
"It was late afternoon and I knew Lisa would be at Uncle Henry’s office in the heart of Chinatown, street number 88, which many people thought was lucky."
