Constantly checking the sky, Clara stayed close to buildings. It was unlikely that they could catch her; there was no place to land the helicopter. However, she did not want Ronnie and his father to know where she was heading.

She was remembering the water taxi women -- rowing down the canal with their oars flashing in the sun -- when she saw the Septemberclaver helicopter flying above a parallel street. She stepped into the nearest store. There she was entranced by piles of sweaters of many colors, racks of multi-pocketed hiking pants made of quick drying fabric, hiking boots, enamel cups of a beautiful blue, and many other things she had never before seen in her life. Yes, It was a mountain sports store.