I looked up, beckoned by the distant call. An animal. I had read that same paragraph three times. The humid air clung to me. It was only supposed to be a month. Four weeks, eight days. But botany. Another flower discovered. And I couldn't keep him from the passion of discovery. So I soaked up the thick jasmine and iced tea, sprawled across the bamboo chaise, and forced myself to finish that book, that dreadfully long book.