Dancing Tides (103 page)

Co
r
d nodd
e
d.

“D
on
’
t b
e
. R
e
m
e
m
b
e
r
e
v
e
r
y
one
in this g
r
oup h
a
s
b
ee
n in a
d
a
r
k pl
a
c
e
a
t
i
me
or
t
w
o, me in
c
lud
e
d.”
H
e
sl
a
p
p
e
d
C
o
r
d on the
b
ac
k.
“
L
e
t
’
s
g
e
t it st
ar
t
e
d.
I
t
w
on
’
t be
n
ear
l
y
a
s
b
a
d
a
s
y
ou think.”

W
ith th
a
t, Co
r
d
f
ollo
we
d
Murphy into the
c
hu
rc
h, p
a
l
ms still s
wea
t
y
, stom
a
c
h
still un
ea
s
y
.

T
h
e
y
wa
lk
e
d d
o
w
n a
sm
a
ll, n
arr
ow
c
o
r
r
idor
of
S
u
nd
a
y
s
c
hool
c
l
a
ss
r
ooms.
I
nside
o
n
e
s
a
t th
re
e
oth
e
r
m
e
n
a
nd a
w
o
m
an
.

Co
r
d
rec
o
g
ni
z
e
d M
a
r
g
ie
Rost
er
m
a
n
a
nd M
a
x
B
in
g
h
a
m
f
r
om the
H
illtop
D
in
e
r
a
nd the v
e
t
er
in
ar
i
a
n, B
ra
n Sulliv
a
n. P
e
te
A
ld
e
n,
w
ho
h
a
d
a
l
rea
d
y
c
ome
to the
f
a
r
m
the
ni
g
ht b
ef
o
r
e
to int
r
odu
c
e
hims
e
l
f
, stood up to sh
a
ke
his h
a
nd.
“
Come
on in, t
a
ke
a
s
e
a
t.
I
think
y
ou know
e
v
e
r
y
o
ne
h
ere
.
W
h
a
d
d
y
a
s
a
y
w
e
g
e
t st
ar
t
e
d
?
”
“
Shouldn
’
t
w
e
wa
it
f
or
e
v
e
r
y
one
e
l
s
e
?
”

P
e
te
c
hu
c
kl
e
d.
“T
his is it.
Y
ou m
a
ke
a
n
e
v
e
n si
x
.”

“
I thou
g
ht
…
”

“
I
t
’
s just us.
W
h
y
don
’
t
I
g
e
t thi
n
g
s st
ar
t
e
d?
Y
ou
a
ll know
m
e
. P
e
te
A
ld
e
n.
Dr
inking p
r
obl
e
m.
B
e
e
n sob
e
r
t
we
n
t
y
-
t
w
o
y
e
ar
s no
w
.
B
ut
t
h
er
e
isn
’
t a
d
a
y
g
o
e
s
b
y
t
h
a
t
I
do
n
’
t
wa
lk p
a
st M
c
C
rea
d
y
’
s
a
nd
w
ish
I
c
ould
g
o inside
f
or
a
d
r
in
k
.
Tr
ouble
is
I
c
ouldn
’
t st
o
p
a
t on
e
.
I
f
F
l
y
nn
w
ould l
e
t me,
I
’
d d
r
ink
e
n
ou
g
h
f
o
r
th
re
e
p
e
opl
e
.”

Co
r
d list
e
n
e
d
a
s
e
a
c
h p
e
r
son took tu
r
ns t
e
lling
th
e
ir
sto
r
i
e
s. S
c
ott h
a
d b
ee
n
r
i
g
ht.

Acc
o
r
di
n
g
to th
e
ir
o
w
n
w
o
r
ds,
e
a
c
h of
th
e
m h
a
d
hit
r
o
c
k bottom
a
t one
time
or
a
noth
er
.
T
h
e
y
a
ll h
a
d p
a
in
f
ul
p
a
sts.

M
a
x
h
a
d a
d
a
u
g
ht
e
r
h
e
’
d
n
e
g
l
ec
t
e
d
b
eca
u
s
e
of
a
l
c
ohol
a
nd
wa
s just now
g
e
tting
to know her
a
g
a
in
af
t
e
r
a
n
e
x
t
e
nd
e
d
a
bs
e
n
c
e
in h
e
r
li
fe
. M
a
r
g
i
e
,
a
t one
tim
e
,
f
o
u
g
ht a
m
a
jor
a
ddi
c
tion to d
r
u
g
s. P
e
te
a
dmitt
e
d to losing
his
f
ishing
busin
e
s
s, not b
eca
use
o
f
a
lou
s
y
ec
ono
m
y
, but
ra
th
e
r his love
f
or
boo
z
e
.
B
r
a
n
h
a
d tu
r
n
e
d to p
a
inkill
er
s
du
r
ing
the
’
90s
af
t
e
r
h
e’
d
hu
r
t his b
ac
k. Mu
r
p
h
y
took his tu
r
n,
e
x
pl
a
in
e
d how
his d
r
inking h
a
d l
e
d to the
e
nd of
his
m
arr
i
a
g
e
.