The beat of the drum. A cool castanet and the scent of an orchid perfuming the room… Lazy days and a fan twirling slowly overhead. A bamboo grove casts shadows across the walls and a balmy breeze kicks up. “Another gin Rickey,” whispers Charles. “But, of course,” replies Gloria, her Red Velvet lacquered nails clacking on the console. And upon the walls, Island House.