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This eBook first published in Great Britain by William Collins in 2018
Originally published as Red Sky in Mourning in 2002 by Hyperion
First published in the United States by Dey St, an imprint of William Morrow, HarperCollins Publishers, in 2018
Copyright © 2018 by Tami Oldham Ashcraft.
New afterword copyright © 2018 by Tami Oldham Ashcraft
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Source ISBN: 9780008300425
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008299569 Version: 2018-05-16
To the memory of my grandfather Wally J. Oldham,
the solid foundation in my life,
and to Richard Sharp . . .
who will live in my heart forever.
Contents
Eight: Water Above, Water Below
Sixteen: Hazana and Maeva Beach
Seventeen: Glow Sticks and Milkshakes
Hearing the clank of the anchor shank as it hit the bow roller, I turned my attention to Richard. With a grand gesture, he waved to me—“Let’s go!” I shifted the engine into forward. As I nudged the throttle, Hazana gathered speed and we headed out of Papeete Harbor on the island of Tahiti. It was September 22, 1983, at 1330. In a month we’d be back in San Diego, California. If only I were more excited. I hated to leave the South Pacific. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see my family and friends, it was just too soon. We’d only been gone from California for six months and had originally planned to cruise the South Pacific islands and New Zealand before visiting home again. This change in plan left me feeling ambivalent. But as Richard pointed out, this yacht-delivery job was a dream come true—too good to pass up.
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