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Thus, Frank.
Frank — born Frančišek Celešči Marcus Molnar — came into my life the summer I turned eighteen. Recently arrived from Yugoslavia, he was teaching science at Bishop’s College School (where my brother went) and had taken a summer job as the manager of the North Hatley Club. He also taught tennis, sailing and swimming. He was twenty-six years old, handsome and athletic, also clever. He had thick dark brown hair and high cheekbones and seemed exotic to me. In his tennis whites or his bathing suit, with his summer tan and his strong legs, his beautifully shaped hands, his gleaming very dark eyes, he laid a powerful claim on me.
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