I figured there must be springs in the bottom of the lake to maintain the outflow; rainwater alone wouldn’t keep the stream running full time. XXX Her thin back was tattooed with F-holes on her flanks, making her look like a violin. At the eastern end of the plateau, the trees thickened back into jungle, and the land sloped downward toward the ocean on the other side of the island. Holding my breath at the smell, I dropped a morning deuce into the hole, wiping with one of our carefully hoarded airplane napkins form a bag nearby. “He figured we had to come up with some way to preserve the meat since we don’t have refrigeration.”
“I don’t want to offend you,” I said carefully, “but I thought you guys would be vegetarian.”
“We are normally,” she said seriously.
