Dancing Tides (32 page)

“
I
’
ll be
f
in
e
.
Y
ou
g
o on
a
nd t
a
ke
a
sho
w
er
.
I
w
a
nt
to s
e
e
the
p
r
e
g
n
a
nt ott
e
r
a
nd the p
e
li
ca
n
f
i
r
st tho
u
g
h.
W
h
a
t
’
s
wr
o
n
g
w
ith the
p
e
li
c
a
n
?
”

“
Some
g
ood S
a
m
a
r
it
a
n
b
r
ou
g
ht him in l
a
st S
a
tu
r
d
a
y
af
t
e
r
f
inding
him in t
h
e
p
ar
k in S
a
n S
e
b
a
sti
a
n
w
ith a
b
r
ok
e
n
w
in
g
, st
ar
vi
n
g
to d
e
a
th.
A
nd
y
ou
w
a
t
c
h
y
our
f
ing
er
s,
H
a
y
d
e
n Co
d
y
.
D
on
’
t
g
o sti
c
ki
n
g
th
e
m
i
n th
r
ou
g
h the
fe
n
c
e
. Some
of
th
e
se
a
nim
a
ls bit
e
.
A
nd th
a
t p
e
li
ca
n is in qu
ara
ntine
until
w
e
know
h
e’
s h
ea
lt
h
y
e
no
u
g
h to
j
oin the
oth
er
s.”

“Yea
h,
y
e
a
h
…
I
k
no
w
,
I
kno
w
,”
H
a
y
d
e
n mutt
ere
d
w
h
e
n
A
b
b
y
took o
f
f
f
or
one
of
the
p
e
ns in the
b
ac
k to show
h
e
r
t
he
inju
re
d p
e
li
ca
n sitting
aw
a
y
f
r
om the
oth
er
s in a
c
a
g
e
b
y
hims
e
l
f
.

Ke
e
g
a
n
wa
t
c
h
e
d th
e
m
g
o
b
ef
o
r
e
f
ollo
w
ing a
wa
l
k
w
a
y
a
c
r
oss the
l
e
n
g
th of
the
c
ompl
ex a
nd h
ea
d
e
d
f
or
the
1940
t
w
o
-
sto
r
y
C
raf
tsm
a
n,
p
a
int
e
d a
sun
n
y
butt
e
r
c
olor
t
h
a
t s
a
t on the
oth
e
r side
of
the
p
r
op
e
r
t
y
,
aw
a
y
f
r
om the
c
h
a
os
a
nd noise
of
the
c
e
nt
er
.

T
he
home
h
e
r
g
ra
ndp
a
r
e
nts h
a
d o
cc
upi
e
d
f
o
r
a
l
m
ost h
a
lf
a
ce
ntu
r
y
sp
o
r
t
e
d
f
our
squ
a
r
e
d stone
pill
ar
s h
a
l
fw
a
y
up
t
h
a
t tu
r
n
e
d n
ea
t
l
y
into
w
o
od t
r
im th
e
y
k
e
pt p
a
inti
n
g
w
hite
f
or
c
ont
r
a
st. A
huge
do
r
m
e
r
w
indo
w
,
fr
ont
a
nd
c
e
nt
er
, took up
most of
the
slop
e
d, s
ec
ond
-
sto
r
y
r
oo
f
.

W
h
e
n she
g
ot to the
b
r
i
ght
re
d
fr
ont doo
r
,
a
p
er
m
a
n
e
nt
re
mind
e
r
th
a
t M
a
r
y
Po
r
t
e
r
h
a
d h
a
d a
spi
r
it
e
d,
cr
e
a
tive
sid
e
,
Ke
e
g
a
n
p
a
us
e
d to st
a
r
e
d
o
w
n
a
t h
e
r
g
r
a
ndmoth
er
’
s ti
d
y
f
lo
w
e
r
b
e
ds, l
a
d
e
n
w
ith a
mi
x
tu
r
e
of
budding
w
hite
g
e
r
b
e
r
a
d
a
i
si
e
s
a
nd b
r
i
g
ht
y
e
llow
c
o
re
opsis.
Da
isi
e
s h
a
d b
ee
n M
a
r
y
’
s
fa
v
o
r
ite
f
l
o
wer
.

Sin
c
e
l
a
st
N
ov
e
mb
e
r
she
h
a
d t
r
i
e
d mi
g
hti
l
y
to m
a
int
a
in the
pl
a
nts.
B
ut
af
t
e
r
f
our
months of
rea
di
n
g
a
ll so
r
ts of
books on
g
a
r
d
e
ni
n
g
sh
e’
d
p
i
c
k
e
d up
a
t
H
idd
e
n Moon
B
a
y
B
ooks, she didn
’
t s
ee
m to h
a
ve
the
s
a
me
kind of
g
r
e
e
n thumb.