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Two more dives. That’s all my husband, Larry, and I had left in St. Lucia. We’d spent a week here in paradise. It was almost time to go back to Kentucky. Almost, but not quite.

 

“What a gorgeous day!” I said as we boarded the dive boat. On the agenda was viewing a wrecked ship plus whatever tropical life we’d encounter: fish, coral, maybe even some sea turtles.

 

“Look who’s here.” Larry pointed to another couple waving to us, the Brits we’d sat with at dinner the night before. They were novice divers who wanted to hear about the hundreds of dives my husband and I had done between us.

 

“Everyone buddy up,” the dive master announced. “Two by two.”

 

Our new friends turned to us. “What do you think of the four of us all buddying up together?” the man asked.

 

“The four of us?” I said. “I’ve never done that.”

 

The buddy system is an important part of scuba diving. Buddies were aware of each other at all times, sharing responsibility for their safety, keeping track of how long they’d been underwater and periodically signaling to check air pressure.

 

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