Going through the first past pages of this (pub date July 15). Here is where I am this very minute (Fairbanks pictured at lower right):

Meanwhile

Fairbanks was on the move, not simply gliding now,
too fast to be called gliding. Whatever it was, Mrs. Plansky didn’t
have the word, but it did seem purposeful, and somewhat unsettling,
perhaps since the means of propulsion was out of sight, so
different from a human swimmer. Also—and
maybe this was the
unsettling part—he
was coming her way.

(For some reason when I copied from the pdf this selection came out as seen above. I kind of like it – a sort of poem. Phriday Photos will appear next week. I believe there’s something in the pipeline. And shout out to Linda and Brenda in St. Louis.)