The frosted glass doors swung open with a heavy mechanical wheeze.

Derek came through first, in a bright turquoise short-sleeved shirt and canvas boat shoes with no socks.

His neck and forearms were dark pink from the Caribbean sun, and he carried a clear duty-free bag full of liquor boxes.

Right behind him walked Patricia, in a white linen pantsuit, with oversized dark sunglasses perched on top of her styled gray hair.

She was laughing at something Derek had said, reaching up with her left hand to adjust the heavy pearl earring on her ear.