Florence's Final Journey22
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“Oh, my! What a gorgeous day!”<br />
On cue, Eva Cassidy's version of Louis Armstrong's, Wonderful<br />
World started playing. Rolling through the mountains without<br />
speaking, they listened to the entire song. Whitefish and the connecting<br />
Canadian rail was less than an hour away. That's when she would take<br />
them. If things went right, she would last right up to Lake Louise. She<br />
needed another pain pill and decided to lay off the wine for a few miles.<br />
“Okay, Florence enough stalling. Let's hear a story or two. You<br />
promised some good tales for me.”<br />
“I need a topic.”<br />
“Tell me about the best beach you've ever been to.”<br />
“Oh, good one, Gabby. Let me think... Got it. Zipolite which means<br />
“Beach of the Dead” almost clear down to Guatemala in southern Mexico.<br />
Scrappy took me there once. It was on the Pacific. I've seen more<br />
impressive white beaches, like the ones near Panama City on the Gulf but<br />
the water was such a deep blue there. I remember taking an early<br />
morning swim when this Mexican woman spotted me and ran out<br />
screaming, “No, senorita, no! Muy peligroso, muy peligroso!”<br />
I was already out in the water a fair piece for I used to be a strong<br />
swimmer. I was about to turn around anyway and catch a wave. They<br />
were huge there over eight feet high. I was going to body surf back to<br />
shore but a current swooped me out about thirty yards before I could<br />
react. I didn't panic but knew I was in serious trouble. I swam with all I<br />
had for about a hundred yards parallel to shore, like you do if you ever<br />
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