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down here on the beach, she heard footsteps behind her and a voice.
    â€˜Natalie? Is that you?’ It was a man’s voice and he sounded hesitant. She turned and looked up. From the apron he was wearing around his waist, it was clear that he worked there. She pulled off her sunglasses and took a good look at his face. It didn’t take long for it to dawn on her that she did indeed know him.
    â€˜Alain? Little Alain? Is that you?’ There was nothing little about him now. He was taller than she was and his stomach was already bulging over the top of his white apron. His shoulders were broad and his arms, covered in a mat of dark hair, looked strong. His dark eyes were smiling at her from his swarthy face.
    â€˜I thought it was you.’ He sounded really pleased to see her and she realised that she felt the same way. She stood up and gave him a hug, kissing him on the cheeks, trying to remember the last time she had seen him. He turned and called back through the door into the bar. ‘Dominique, you were right. It is her. It’s Natalie.’
    â€˜Dominique?’ It was all coming back to Natalie now. She had known Alain since they were little kids playing together in the sand. He was a couple of years younger than her, hence the epithet
little
. The last time she had seen him had been in her late teens and she vaguely remembered him proudly introducing her to his girlfriend. And her name had been Dominique. As the waitress who had served her emerged through the multi-coloured fly screen, wiping her hands on a cloth, Natalie took a better look at her and realised this was the same girl. She gave her a big smile. Behind her, the head of the younger waitress peered out of the door at them with interest.
    â€˜Last time I saw you, Alain, you told me you were going to marry your girlfriend.’ Natalie glanced down at the gold rings on both their hands. ‘So you did it. Congratulations to you both.’ She kissed Dominique on both cheeks and looked across at the two of them, indicating the empty chairs at her table. ‘Time to join me?’
    â€˜Not now, I’m afraid. I’m up to my eyes getting ready for tonight’s dinner.’ Alain was smiling broadly. ‘I’ve got a whole heap of things cooking at the moment and a lot more to prepare. Are you any good at opening oysters by any chance?’
    Natalie shook her head. ‘I only tried once and this was the result.’ She held up her left hand and showed them the faint pale scar where the pointed knife had slipped off the oyster’s shell and dug into her. She could still remember how much it had hurt and how much it had bled. ‘I’d be happy to help you with something else, though, if you like.’
    â€˜I might take you up on that some time. It gets pretty busy here at this time of year.’ Alain glanced at Dominique. ‘Dominique, you could stay and chat for a moment, though. Laure can come and help me for now, so if you keep an eye on the terrace, I won’t need you in the kitchen for another few minutes. Find out how long Natalie’s staying so we can meet at a quieter time and catch up.’
    He waved and returned inside while Dominique pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Natalie. ‘I remember you very well, you know. You’re so beautiful and I was convinced Alain was your old boyfriend and he was going to dump me for you.’ She was a cheerful-looking girl, her build the opposite of Alain’s. She was short, and so slim she looked like a little bird.
    Natalie smiled back at her. ‘I always liked Alain, but you didn’t need to worry on my account. We used to play on the beach when he was ever so little. He was like a little brown eel, always in the water. I still think of him like that and I always will; sort of like the little brother I never had. You maybe didn’t hear, but when he came out and said hello a few minutes ago, my first reaction was to call