Dancing Tides (187 page)

Ke
e
g
a
n
re
a
c
h
e
d o
v
e
r
a
nd
l
a
id h
e
r
h
a
nd on top of
h
is.
“
W
h
y
don
’
t
y
ou sit do
w
n, M
r
.
B
e
nn
e
tt
a
nd
t
e
ll us mo
r
e
a
bout Co
r
d
’
s moth
er
?
”

“
Su
re
.
I
f
y
o
u
’
ll stop
ca
lling
me
M
r
.
B
e
nn
e
tt,
I
’
ll t
e
ll
y
ou a
w
hole
sl
e
w
of
s
t
o
r
i
e
s.”

B
ut just th
e
n, Co
r
d
a
b
r
u
p
t
l
y
stood up,
e
x
c
us
e
d hims
e
lf
to
g
o to the
b
a
th
r
o
om.

W
h
e
n he
wa
s out of
the
r
oom,
Ga
be
took the
opp
o
r
tuni
t
y
to p
r
y
a
bit
a
nd
a
sk
e
d,
“Y
ou
car
e
a
bout him
?
”

“O
f
c
o
u
r
se
I
do,
I
w
oul
d
n
’
t be
h
e
r
e
if
I
didn
’
t.”

“
W
h
y
isn
’
t he
h
a
p
p
y
?
”

“He’
s
h
a
d a
di
ff
i
c
ult time
l
a
t
e
l
y
.
”

“H
ow
so
?
”

“Y
ou should
a
sk him
y
o
u
r
s
e
l
f
.
I
t isn
’
t
m
y
sto
r
y
to
t
e
ll, but his.”

“O
k
a
y
.
T
h
e
n look out
f
o
r
him,
w
ill
y
ou
?
”

She
thou
g
ht she
should
e
x
pl
a
in how
n
e
w
th
e
ir
re
l
a
tionship
wa
s.
“
M
r
. B
e
n
n
e
tt,
we’
r
e
just
g
e
tti
n
g
st
ar
t
e
d
.
”
B
ut loo
k
ing
into his
e
y
e
s so mu
c
h
like
Co
r
d
’
s she
d
ec
id
e
d
t
he
lin
e
s on his
fac
e sho
we
d
g
e
nuine
fatherly
c
on
c
e
r
n
f
or
his son. So
Ke
e
g
a
n
a
dd
e
d,
“
I
’
ll do
m
y
b
e
st.”

T
he
minute
Co
r
d
ca
me
b
ac
k in
a
nd s
a
t do
w
n,
Ga
b
e
took th
a
t to m
ea
n he
s
h
ould pi
c
k up
w
h
er
e
h
e
h
a
d l
e
f
t o
ff
.

“Y
ou should kno
w
, Co
r
d
,
Ta
m
m
y
w
a
sn
’
t just p
re
tt
y
—
a
nd t
a
ll—t
a
ll
e
st
g
i
r
l
in our sophomo
r
e
c
l
a
ss—th
a
t
g
i
r
l
c
ould
’
ve
e
a
si
l
y
b
ee
n
a
mod
e
l.
Ta
m
m
y
w
a
s the
s
wee
t
e
st p
e
r
son
I
e
v
er
kn
ew
. She
h
a
d a
w
a
y
a
b
o
ut h
er
, lov
e
d
a
nim
a
ls
a
nd
y
ou, Co
r
d. She
lov
e
d
y
o
u, lov
e
d b
e
ing
y
o
u
r moth
er
. She
mi
g
ht
’
ve
b
e
e
n
y
ou
n
g
but s
h
e
h
a
d a
p
o
werf
ul
a
mount of
love
s
to
re
d up
f
or
y
ou. She us
e
d to sing
this song
to
y
o
u,
w
h
a
t
wa
s it
ca
ll
e
d
b
ac
k th
e
n?
A
h,
I
r
e
m
e
mb
e
r
no
w
,
Y
ou Lig
h
t up
M
y
Lif
e
.”

Ga
be
c
h
u
c
kl
e
d.
“
S
a
pp
i
e
st d
a
mn song
if
th
e
r
e
e
v
e
r
wa
s on
e
.
B
ut
y
o
u
r
moth
e
r
lov
e
d it. Sh
e’
d sing
it to
y
ou
a
nd
d
a
n
c
e
ar
ound the
r
oom
w
ith
y
ou on h
e
r
hip.”

A
s
Ga
be
b
e
g
a
n to
re
min
i
s
c
e
a
bout oth
e
r
thi
n
g
s, o
t
h
e
r
tim
e
s, the
aw
k
w
ar
d
n
e
ss of
the mom
e
nt, slipp
e
d
aw
a
y
.