My First Time Peeking Through the Porthole: Watching Hélène on the Boat
The trampoline on the boat’s deck rocked gently with the waves. I sat there, back against the bubble porthole, trying to cool off after dinner. Simple food, hearty. Coffee followed. Hélène and the Parisian girls chatted about winter blues. She’d plopped her feet on the bench near my thigh. Innocent brushes of her toes against…
