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Wayne Allen McClain
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Christopher was in no real hurry to get back out onto the open sea. He walked up the beach to a busy seaside cafÃ©, sat in the shade at the bar that faced the beach, and watched the tourists stroll by. Though they were obviously on vacation, ever yone seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Mothers literally dragged their children along; most of the husbands were carrying the beach towels, folded chairs, and coolers. It made Christopher tired just watching them.
He ordered a grilled cheese sandwich from a male waiter and sipped on a soda while he waited. For some reason, he felt more relaxed and confident than he had in a long time. It felt good knowing that, more than likely, he was going to win the money. There was no way on earth that Matthew Fox was going to find him in Myrtle Beach, especially once he got back out on the water. If everything worked out, his first step would be to go to Jenny and lay the money at her feet. He would tell her to do with it what she pleased. Pay off all of their debts, start another college fund for Kristy, or just stop working and worrying. His optimistic mood, he knew, was due to the phone call home. It always lifted his spirits just to hear Kristy's voice.
"Here you go," the waiter said. He placed a heavy white plate in front of Christopher, along with an order of French Fries.