![]() ![]() ![]() Thank goodness Francis had had the foresight to buy the condominium in Grande Palms Atlantic, right on the beach in Surfside and safe from encroachment.įrancis. Not only that, but an undesirable element had begun to creep up from the south, with their bodegas and casa this and tienda that. And that dreadful mall they'd built a few years back north of Ninety-Sixth had only made things worse. Even here in Bal Harbour, at the north end of the island, traffic was worse than she remembered from the congested New York of her childhood, growing up on Queens Boulevard. She liked it that way-Miami Beach seemed to get more congested with every passing year. The cemetery had opened half an hour before, and Iris had the place to herself. Iris walked gingerly through the graves and coleus plantings-only three weeks ago Grace Manizetti, laden with groceries, had lost her balance while coming back from the local Publix and broken her pelvis. One plump hand clutched a Fendi bag the other gripped the leash against which Twinkle, her Pekingese, strained ineffectually. Augustine grass drenched the leather of her sandals. It was seven thirty in the morning, the temperature hovered at seventy-eight degrees, and the dew that still clung to the broad-bladed St. Overhead stretched an infinite sky of pale azure. ![]() I SABELLA GUERRERO-KNOWN to her friends and fellow bridge club members as Iris-made her way demurely through the palms of Bayside Cemetery. ![]()
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