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March 3, 2006
Try as she might, she could remember only Eduardo, the half-caste Polynesian Inca whose high cheekbones and odd tattoo of an ironing board upon his forehead had caught her attention from the outset. He had introduced himself as a daredevil aviator and, to prove it, had produced a single-engine Sopwith Pup from his weskit, bowing deeply and offering her a ride. The rest of the evening had passed in a whirl of bananas and waltzes, but Eduardo had disappeared from the cotillion without her even noticing, leaving only a note saying that he had gone to get fresh underwear.