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[for eden]
Mar. 25th, 2012 06:25 pmNeal had been settling into the island as well as could be expected. He was a chameleon after all, and if there was anything he excelled at, it was fitting in at just about any situation, so adapting to island life wasn't as hard as he'd expected it. He missed New York very keenly at times, and it wasn't helped by the fact that he'd fully assumed the identity of Victor Moreau, and he could only talk in vagaries about the people he'd left behind.
But conmen didn't get to say goodbye. They just dusted themselves off and started over again, which was exactly what Neal did.
At least the weather was beautiful. It almost made up for the clothes he'd been forced to wear. (After all, one couldn't exactly wear a Devore while lounging in the sand.) He tried to make a t-shirt and shorts as fashionable as possible, but he only had so much to work with.
Neal was stretched out under a palm tree, just at the edge of the beach. He had a book open in his lap, but mostly, he was watching the waves roll in and trying not to think of home.
But conmen didn't get to say goodbye. They just dusted themselves off and started over again, which was exactly what Neal did.
At least the weather was beautiful. It almost made up for the clothes he'd been forced to wear. (After all, one couldn't exactly wear a Devore while lounging in the sand.) He tried to make a t-shirt and shorts as fashionable as possible, but he only had so much to work with.
Neal was stretched out under a palm tree, just at the edge of the beach. He had a book open in his lap, but mostly, he was watching the waves roll in and trying not to think of home.