Dancing Tides (235 page)

“Y
ou m
ea
n
w
o
r
k
ar
ound
a
nim
a
l
s
?
Y
ou know
I
a
l
r
ea
d
y
do.”

“T
ou
g
h
a
ll
r
i
g
ht, but a
little
slow
on the
upt
a
k
e
,”
B
ra
n
re
to
r
t
e
d
a
nd
w
ink
e
d
.

Ke
e
g
a
n
e
y
e
d Co
r
d
a
nd
s
mil
e
d b
ef
o
r
e
bobbi
n
g
h
e
r
h
ea
d in his di
rec
tion.
“
H
e’
s
re
sist
a
nt to th
a
t
w
a
y
of
thinkin
g
,
B
ra
n.
He’
s hu
n
g
up on
a
g
e
.
I
t
’
s too l
a
te
f
or
him to think of
c
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
car
e
er
s.”

Co
r
d sno
r
t
e
d.
“
W
h
a
t
ar
e
y
o
u
g
u
y
s t
a
lki
n
g
a
bout?
T
he
v
e
t thing
is a
pi
p
e
d
r
ea
m, som
e
thing
K
ee
g
a
n m
e
nt
i
on
e
d in p
a
ssin
g
.
”

B
ra
n
h
arr
ump
h
e
d
a
nd d
e
c
l
are
d,
“
W
h
e
n som
e
one
h
a
s a
kn
ac
k
a
nd th
e
y
dis
r
e
g
ar
d it
w
h
y
ar
e
p
e
op
l
e
a
l
w
a
y
s s
u
r
p
r
i
s
e
d
whe
n th
a
t
c
h
a
n
c
e
up
a
nd
g
o
e
s
aw
a
y
?
”

Af
t
e
r
th
a
t,
B
ra
n
l
e
t the
topic
d
r
op
a
s he
f
inish
e
d his diss
ec
tion.

Ke
e
g
a
n did the
s
a
me
a
s
s
he
b
e
g
a
n to
c
o
n
ce
nt
r
a
te
o
n t
a
king
th
e
n
b
a
g
g
ing
t
h
e
sl
e
w
of sp
ec
im
e
ns she
n
e
e
d
e
d.

B
ut
a
n hour
l
a
t
er
,
B
ra
n
w
a
s the
f
i
r
st to sh
e
d his
g
o
g
g
l
e
s
a
nd
m
a
sk.
H
e
th
re
w
his s
cr
ubs in the
dis
car
d pile
a
nd
we
nt
to the
sink to
c
l
ea
n up.
W
h
e
n he
b
e
g
a
n to p
a
c
k
u
p, he
a
dmitt
e
d to Co
r
d,
“
W
e
ll,
w
ho
e
v
e
r
did this, it
wa
s a
d
e
lib
e
r
a
te
ac
t.
But
y
ou both kn
e
w
th
a
t
a
l
r
ea
d
y
.
I
’
ll d
r
op
o
f
f
the slu
g
s to
E
th
a
n on
m
y
w
a
y
home
f
or
a
ll the
g
ood it
w
ill do.”

“Y
ou
’
ve
s
ee
n this b
ef
o
re
,
I
t
a
k
e
it?
P
e
ople
shooting
the
m
a
r
ine
li
f
e
in the
ar
ea
?
”
Co
r
d
a
sk
e
d,
wa
nti
n
g
d
e
s
p
era
t
e
l
y
to b
e
li
e
ve
this h
a
d no
t
hing
to do
w
ith Rob
b
y
M
ac
k.
B
ut
w
h
a
t
w
e
r
e the
c
h
a
n
c
e
s?

“
Su
re
, it h
a
pp
e
ns.
I
’
ve
s
e
e
n p
e
ople
t
a
k
e
a
g
un to
t
h
e
ir
o
w
n d
o
g
a
nd not b
ec
a
use
it
wa
s
a
iling
or
si
c
k but just b
e
c
a
use
th
e
y
g
ot piss
e
d o
f
f
a
bout som
e
thin
g
.
I
t t
a
k
e
s
a
m
ea
n son of
a
bit
c
h in
m
y
book to shoot
a
n
a
nim
a
l just b
eca
use
th
e
y
c
a
n.”

“
W
e
a
g
r
e
e
on th
a
t,”
Co
r
d
mutt
ere
d.

“Y
ou
a
r
e
n
’
t thinking
it
’
s
this s
a
me
g
u
y
E
th
a
n put
t
he
f
l
y
e
r
s up
a
ll ov
e
r
to
w
n,
ar
e
y
ou
?
”