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Saturday, October 13, 2068, 6:50 p.m., Sydney (8:50 p.m., same day, Tracy Island)
They'd spent the day shopping, buying things for themselves, for each other, and occasionally for other members of the family, including wedding gifts for Kyrano and Lisa. They'd had lunch at a small, exclusive restaurant, seated in a quiet, private alcove so they didn't have to endure the stares and murmurings of those who might recognize them. Even so, it somehow got around that Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson Tracy were in town, and by the time they'd finished shopping, a few paparazzi had found their limo.
They hurried back into the car after their last shopping stop, both of them doing what they could to evade the photographers. "Now that you've showered me with shopping time," Dianne said to Jeff as they settled back into the plush leather seat. "What next?"
"You'll see," was all that a grinning Jeff would say. He activated the intercom. "You know where to go, Estelle," he told the chauffeur "And see if you can't shake these vultures while you're at it!"
"Yes, sir!" Estelle replied crisply. What followed was a ride through some of the less scenic parts of Sydney, as well as some of the more interesting ethnic neighborhoods. Estelle kept an eye both on her driving, and the number of cabs, cars and scooters that followed them. Finally, she was satisfied that she had ditched the photographers and made her way to one of the exclusive marinas in Sydney's fine harbor.
She pulled over to the top of the ramps that edged down to the slips. "Here we are, Mr. Tracy. Are there any packages you need right now?"
"I think the one from the Chanel Boutique, Estelle," Jeff told her. He turned to Dianne. "Anything you need right away?"
"How do I know when I'm not sure what's going on?" she commented, shaking her head.
"Then just the Chanel bag, Estelle."
"Right away, Mr. Tracy."
She opened the door on the side towards the harbor, and let Jeff hand Dianne out of the car. Then she opened the trunk, but a quick glance to one side made her gasp.
"Sir, I think we've been found again."
"Then hand me the bag, and we'll make a run for it," Jeff said.
"Yes, sir!" It only took a moment for Estelle to find what he'd requested; it had been one of their last stops. "Good luck, sir, madam. Enjoy yourselves."
"We will!" Jeff took Dianne's hand and tugged. "Come on, love! Let's go!"
Together they ran down the ramps to the wide, covered slips of the marina. "They can't take pictures down here from up there," Jeff reasoned. "Hopefully the marina security will stop them before they can come down here."
"But where are we going?" Dianne asked, a touch out of breath, her hand firmly held in his.
"Ah, here we are!" Jeff stopped by a huge yacht. "This is where we're going. Dianne, may I introduce you to Benson Chan, owner and captain of La Belle Mer."
Benson Chan was a short, dapper, middle-aged man whose slightly almond eyes twinkled with mirth. "Greetings, Mr. Tracy, nice to see you again," he said to Jeff as they shook hands. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Tracy. If you would please come aboard, we'll get underway." He made a slight bow, indicating the metal steps that had been rolled up beside the yacht.
"Yes, we'd better. There are a few news hounds sniffing along our trail," Jeff muttered. He herded Dianne up the stairs, with the captain following. "I hope you don't get seasick, love."
"I haven't yet," Dianne said as she walked out on the deck of the small ship. She turned to Jeff. "I still don't understand, Jeff. Where are we going?"
"On an overnight cruise around Sydney harbor, and along the coast a little bit." Jeff put an arm around Dianne as the captain shouted orders to cast off. Slowly they eased out from under the roofed docking area. "Let's get below so none of those photographers can get in a shot, all right?"
"Aye-aye, commander," Dianne murmured, taking his hand. "Now, where is our cabin?"
to be continued...
Posted by Tikatu on March 4, 2008
  
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