In A Season Of Calm Weather

In a Season of Calm WeatherGeorge and alice smith detrained at Biarritz one summer noon and in an hour had run through their hotel onto the beach, into the ocean, and back out to bake upon the sand.To see George Smith sprawled burning there, you'd think him only a tourist flown fresh as iced lettuce to Europe and soon to be trans-shipped home. But here was a man who loved art more than life itself."There ..." George Smith sighed. Another ounce of perspiration trickled down his chest. B...