Along Came a Spider

my life,” Jezzie said. “Look at all this water and sand. Overhanging cliffs, the reef out there.”
    “It’s not Fifth Street. But it’s okay.” I smiled and looked around. I did a few three-sixties at the edge of the water.
    Our private island was mostly a long shelf of white sand that felt like sugar under our feet. Beyond the beach was the lushest green jungle we had ever seen. It was dotted with white roses and bougainvillea. The blue-green sea there was as clear as spring water.
    The kitchen at the inn had packed a lunch — fine wines, exotic cheeses, lobster, crabmeat, and various salads. Not another person was anywhere in sight. We did the natural thing. We took off our clothes. No shame. No taboos. We were alone in paradise right?
    I started to laugh out loud as I lay on the beach with Jezzie. That was something else I was doing more than I had in a long, long time — smiling, feeling at peace with the surroundings.
Feeling
, period. I was incredibly thankful to be feeling. Three and a half years was too long a time for mourning.
    “Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are?” I said to her as we lay together.
    “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I carry a compact in my purse. Little mirror.” She looked into my eyes. She was studying something in them I would never see. “Actually, I’ve tried to avoid the issue of being attractive since I joined the Service. That’s how screwed up things are in macho-man Washington.”
    Jezzie gave me a wink. “You can be so serious, Alex. But you’re also full of fun. I’ll bet only your kids get to see this side. of you. Damon and Jannie know you.
Booga, booga
.” She tickled me.
    “Don’t switch subjects on me. We were talking about you.” “
    You
were. Occasionally, I want to be pretty, but most times I just want to be Plain Jane. Wear big pink curlers to bed and watch old movies.”
    “You’ve been beautiful all weekend. No pink curlers. Ribbons and fresh flowers in your hair. Strapless bathing suits. Occasionally, no bathing suits.”
    “I want to be pretty right now. In Washington, it’s different. It’s one more problem to solve. Imagine going to see your boss. Important report you’ve been working on for months. The first thing he says is, ’You look terrific in a dress, babe.’ You just want to say, ’Fuck you, asshole.’ ”
    I reached out and we held hands. “Thank you, for the way you look,” I said. “You look so beautiful.”
    “I did it just for you.” Jezzie smiled. “And I’d like to do something else for you. I’d like you to do something
for me
, too.”
    And so we did one another.

    So far, Jezzie and I weren’t getting tired of each other. Quite the opposite was happening down here in paradise.
    That night, we sat at an outdoor raw bar in town. We watched the carefree island world go by, and wondered why we didn’t just drop out and become part of it. We ate shrimp and oysters and talked for a couple of hours straight. We let our hair down, especially Jezzie.
    “I’ve been a really driven person, Alex,” Jezzie said to me. “I. don’t mean just on the kidnapping case, butting my way into every briefing, every wild goose chase. I’ve been that way ever since I can remember. Once I start on an idea, I can’t turn it off.”
    I didn’t say anything. I wanted to listen to her. I wanted to know all there was to know.
    She raised her mug. “I’m sitting here with a beer in my hand, right. Well, both my parents were alcoholics. They were dysfunctional before it was fashionable. Nobody outside our house knew how bad it was. They would have screaming fights constantly. My dad usually passed out. Slept in ’his chair.’ My mother would stay awake half the night at the dining-room table. She loved her Jameson’s. She’d say, ’Get me another of my Jameson’s, Little Jezzie.’ I was their little cocktail waitress. That’s how I earned my allowance until I was eleven.”
    Jezzie stopped talking and looked into my eyes. I hadn’t seen her so vulnerable and unsure of herself. She projected such confidence most of the time. That was her reputation in the Secret Service. “Do you want to leave now? Want me to lighten up?”
    I shook my head. “No, Jezzie. I want to listen to whatever you have to say. I want to know all about you.”
    “Are we still on vacation?”
    “Yes, and I really want to hear about this. Just talk to me. Trust me. If I get bored, I’ll just get up and leave you with