Ellen Brody peered at Martin as he got out of bed. He was whip thin. She wasn't the only person to think it was head-tiltingly odd that he - chief of police of Amity, a beach town, was afraid of the ocean. She liked her Amity friends - they were a far cry from her ribald neighbors back in the Bronx. Martin didn't realize Ellen had an affair with the handsome scientist, Matt Hooper, just a month before. If her secret ever came out she planned to grovel for forgiveness. Martin handed her a cup of coffee and smiled in an unctuous way - she had always been the love of his life. Although their love life had grown frosty recently, she liked being the wife of the chief of police - she considered her oceanfront home to be a bastion from all the problems she left behind.
Ellen served a dollop of briny fish eggs on Martin's toast. He sampled a spoonful and smacked his lips approvingly. Martin squashed the rumors about Ellen and Hooper. However, in a telling interchange between Ellen and Patty, her best friend, Ellen changed the subject as soon as Hooper's name came up. It was easy to be seduced by Mr. Hooper - athletic, brilliant, and tanned. But it was devilishly difficult to have a roll in the hay with the cranky fisherman, Quint. She had a voracious appetite. Ellen got a sense of inchoate danger once Martin suspected her of having relations with the great captain of the Orca. The Brodys' relationship had its ups and downs but their difficulties were fomented by the enormous stress that overcame Brody once the shark came to town. As soon as her husband, Quint and Hooper hit the high seas to catch the shark, she propositioned Deputy Hendricks and Ben Gardner. She even bought old Harry with the bad hat a drink at the Amity soiree. She told him she wanted to take a trip with him and the next day old Harry whisked Ellen away for a secret getaway to the jungly majesty of Cambodia.
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Ellen Brody peered at Martin as he got out of bed. He was whip thin. She wasn't the only person to think it was head-tiltingly odd that he - chief of police of Amity, a beach town, was afraid of the ocean. She liked her Amity friends - they were a far cry from her ribald neighbors back in the Bronx. Martin didn't realize Ellen had an affair with the handsome scientist, Matt Hooper, just a month before. If her secret ever came out she planned to grovel for forgiveness. Martin handed her a cup of coffee and smiled in an unctuous way - she had always been the love of his life. Although their love life had grown frosty recently, she liked being the wife of the chief of police - she considered her oceanfront home to be a bastion from all the problems she left behind. 
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