The tropical sun slowed us to a nap in a patch of banana trees. Images of slow-moving men in baggy, broad- striped pajamas moved through my dreams when, all of a sudden, I realized I was alone. Frank%27s clothes and valuables were in a neat little pile on the edge of a mat of banana leaves. His foot

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