settlement against invaders," Mike read.
Shy kissed Mike on the cheek. "See, baby, I told you you’d love it."
"You were right, I do. Just like I love you."
"I love you too. And I just love being in a real city," Shy said and moved on quickly. "What do you want to eat?"
"Something Brazilian. Seafood is always nice," Mike replied and Shy broke out her list of recommended restaurants.
"What about Confeitaria Colombo? According to the map it’s not far from here."
"I thought we passed that while we were downtown," Mike said.
"This is a branch of the one downtown. It’s located at the Copacabana Fort, and it says that it offers the most beautiful view of Copacabana Beach."
And with that thought in mind, Shy requested a table outside. They were escorted to their table, and Mike pulled her chair out for her. Always the perfect gentleman.
After the waiter took their order, Shy looked out at the sand and the water, felt the gentle breeze against her cheeks. One thing she couldn’t deny, she loved the beach.
As promised, they went sightseeing the following day. Their first stop was Corcovado. There they found Rio´s best-known icon, Cristo Redentor , Christ the Redeemer, a concrete statue of 30 meters whose wide open arms seemed to embrace the city and offered a magnificent view of Rio.
Mike had to admit, "The view is spectacular, Cassandra. I am glad you talked me into this."
After a day of sightseeing, they had a late dinner at Tia Palmira, which served extremely fresh fish, shrimp or crab all prepared with typical Brazilian recipes. They started with fried squid and then a bobó de camarão , which is shrimp in palm oil and ground yucca. "I love it here," Shy said while they waited for their food.
"Do you really? Maybe we could have moved here."
"That would be fine except that I don’t speak Portuguese. But I love it. I love being in a city, any city." Then Shy paused. "Don’t you wanna move back to New York?"
"No."
"I do."
"You ready to go to jail?" Mike asked, as he did every time Shy mentioned New York. But he wasn’t prepared for her answer.
"Yes."
"What?"
"I said yes. Living on an island paradise is wonderful, and I love being there with you. I love being anywhere that you are." Shy reached across the table and held Mike’s hands. "Michael, I love you, but I am bored out of my mind in the Bahamas."
"Okay, so we’ll pick another island."
" You’re not understanding me, Michael. I want to go back to New York, and I’m willing to go to jail if I have to," Shy said slowly and clearly, making sure that she pronounced every syllable.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No, baby, I really am thinking about it. What I’m hoping is that I won’t have to do any time, and if I do, it won’t be for long. I’ve been talkin’ to Wanda, and she thinks she can plea it down to a misdemeanor and get probation, or I may only have to do a year."
"No," Mike said flatly and Shy dropped it. She was enjoying their vacation too much to ruin it with that.
They had fun the next couple of days, spending their days either at the beach or somewhere near the water and sightseeing. Their nights were spent dancing at clubs like the Nova Lounge and Spazio in Ipanema . The subject didn’t come up again during the rest of the trip, but it was all out there.
They didn’t discuss it again until the night before all this began, Shy was thinking when she heard somebody unlocking the door. She tried to lie as still as possible and watched as two people entered the room. All that Shy could see under the blindfold was that it was a man and woman.
"There she is. You happy now?" Shy heard the man say.
"No. I’d be happy if you kill the bitch now and get it over with," the woman said.
"That ain’t gonna happen. I told you before, the man says to keep her alive until he gets here."
"You could say that she was trying to escape and you had to shoot her."
"What you think I’ma do ? Untie her, tell her to run and shoot her in the
Shy kissed Mike on the cheek. "See, baby, I told you you’d love it."
"You were right, I do. Just like I love you."
"I love you too. And I just love being in a real city," Shy said and moved on quickly. "What do you want to eat?"
"Something Brazilian. Seafood is always nice," Mike replied and Shy broke out her list of recommended restaurants.
"What about Confeitaria Colombo? According to the map it’s not far from here."
"I thought we passed that while we were downtown," Mike said.
"This is a branch of the one downtown. It’s located at the Copacabana Fort, and it says that it offers the most beautiful view of Copacabana Beach."
And with that thought in mind, Shy requested a table outside. They were escorted to their table, and Mike pulled her chair out for her. Always the perfect gentleman.
After the waiter took their order, Shy looked out at the sand and the water, felt the gentle breeze against her cheeks. One thing she couldn’t deny, she loved the beach.
As promised, they went sightseeing the following day. Their first stop was Corcovado. There they found Rio´s best-known icon, Cristo Redentor , Christ the Redeemer, a concrete statue of 30 meters whose wide open arms seemed to embrace the city and offered a magnificent view of Rio.
Mike had to admit, "The view is spectacular, Cassandra. I am glad you talked me into this."
After a day of sightseeing, they had a late dinner at Tia Palmira, which served extremely fresh fish, shrimp or crab all prepared with typical Brazilian recipes. They started with fried squid and then a bobó de camarão , which is shrimp in palm oil and ground yucca. "I love it here," Shy said while they waited for their food.
"Do you really? Maybe we could have moved here."
"That would be fine except that I don’t speak Portuguese. But I love it. I love being in a city, any city." Then Shy paused. "Don’t you wanna move back to New York?"
"No."
"I do."
"You ready to go to jail?" Mike asked, as he did every time Shy mentioned New York. But he wasn’t prepared for her answer.
"Yes."
"What?"
"I said yes. Living on an island paradise is wonderful, and I love being there with you. I love being anywhere that you are." Shy reached across the table and held Mike’s hands. "Michael, I love you, but I am bored out of my mind in the Bahamas."
"Okay, so we’ll pick another island."
" You’re not understanding me, Michael. I want to go back to New York, and I’m willing to go to jail if I have to," Shy said slowly and clearly, making sure that she pronounced every syllable.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No, baby, I really am thinking about it. What I’m hoping is that I won’t have to do any time, and if I do, it won’t be for long. I’ve been talkin’ to Wanda, and she thinks she can plea it down to a misdemeanor and get probation, or I may only have to do a year."
"No," Mike said flatly and Shy dropped it. She was enjoying their vacation too much to ruin it with that.
They had fun the next couple of days, spending their days either at the beach or somewhere near the water and sightseeing. Their nights were spent dancing at clubs like the Nova Lounge and Spazio in Ipanema . The subject didn’t come up again during the rest of the trip, but it was all out there.
They didn’t discuss it again until the night before all this began, Shy was thinking when she heard somebody unlocking the door. She tried to lie as still as possible and watched as two people entered the room. All that Shy could see under the blindfold was that it was a man and woman.
"There she is. You happy now?" Shy heard the man say.
"No. I’d be happy if you kill the bitch now and get it over with," the woman said.
"That ain’t gonna happen. I told you before, the man says to keep her alive until he gets here."
"You could say that she was trying to escape and you had to shoot her."
"What you think I’ma do ? Untie her, tell her to run and shoot her in the
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