"Ahead, palm trees swished in the breeze. His pulse quickened as he neared the rust-spotted zinc roof that covered most of the plank bleachers and the basketball court where the ring would be. Miles took a deep breath and stepped off the bridge, back into the brutal game he thought he'd left forever..."
"When his father died, Miles had returned to Belize after twelve years of boxing in the States and moved back into the house he grew up in, by the water on Southern Foreshore."
"It was a three-story colonial wood frame built in 1938 with a garage and storerooms on the ground level and three huge bedrooms on the third floor, but what Miles really liked was the second-floor verandah with a swing that overlooked the sea and the sailboats and sand lighters and sugar barges in the harbor, the old Baron Bliss lighthouse on the other side..."
"Miles liked to sit down with a cool drink and feel the darkness fall and watch people passing by along the seawall, a quiet time."
"The car crossed the old swing bridge, the river flowing murky and slow, crowded with ancient sail boats."
"After lunch, Lani took a cup of milk and sat in front of the TV, Dora the Explorer on Nickelodeon. Miles stretched out on the carpet beside her, waiting for a cuddle... After his wife left, Miles spent a lot of hours holding her, and holding on for better days..."
