Dancing Tides (69 page)

“
I
st
ar
t
g
oi
n
g
to
A
A
tomo
rr
o
w
.”

“
I
t
’
s a
st
e
p in the
r
i
g
ht d
i
rec
tion. C
a
n
y
ou do it, Co
r
d
?
”

“
I
don
’
t kno
w
, but
I
’
m
gonna
t
r
y
.
”
A
bout th
a
t time
he
h
e
ar
d a
ca
r
pull into
the
c
ommon
are
a
outside
t
h
e
b
ar
n. C
u
r
ious, he
we
nt outside
to s
e
e
Mu
r
p
h
y
c
raw
l out of
his vint
a
g
e
, 1954 Ch
e
v
y
t
r
u
c
k.

T
he
f
ive
f
oot t
a
ll,
f
i
f
t
y
-
s
o
m
e
thing
m
a
n nodd
e
d his
h
ea
d
a
nd
w
a
lk
e
d to
w
a
r
d
him.
“
Co
r
d.”

“
Mu
r
p
h
y
.
I
kno
w
,
I
kn
o
w
.
I
’
ll show
up
a
t th
r
e
e
o
’c
lo
c
k tomo
rr
ow
like
I
p
r
omis
e
d the jud
g
e
.
Y
ou did
n
’
t h
a
ve
t
o d
r
ive
a
ll the
w
a
y
out h
e
r
e
to p
r
ompt m
e
.
I
g
u
e
ss
I
’
ll m
e
e
t
m
y
sponsor th
ere
,
r
i
g
ht
?
”

“
P
e
te
A
ld
e
n
’
s
b
ee
n sob
e
r
m
or
e
th
a
n t
we
n
t
y
y
e
ar
s
no
w
.”

“H
o
w’
d
y
ou both do it
a
n
y
w
a
y
?
”

Mu
r
p
h
y
didn
’
t
n
ee
d to
a
s
k
w
h
a
t he
m
ea
nt.
“E
th
a
n
int
er
v
e
n
e
d,
c
a
ll
e
d m
e
,
a
n
d th
e
n
g
ot the jud
g
e
to
a
g
re
e
to l
e
t
y
ou
out if
y
ou h
a
d
a
m
a
tu
re
,
s
u
cce
ss
f
ul sponsor
m
e
nt
o
r
y
ou.
T
h
a
t
’
s
w
h
e
r
e
I
rec
omm
e
nd
e
d P
e
t
e
.
I
’
v
e
b
ee
n sob
e
r
si
x
t
ee
n
y
e
a
r
s
no
w
, but P
e
t
e’
s
g
ot me
b
ea
t
b
y
f
ive
y
e
ar
s.”

“
I
h
a
d no id
e
a
.”

“N
ot m
a
n
y
do.
L
ook,
I
s
t
o
c
k
a
ll kinds of
a
l
c
ohol
a
t the
sto
re
,
w
in
e
, b
e
er
,
w
hisk
e
y
, the
w
o
r
ks, but
I
don
’
t d
a
r
e
i
n
dul
g
e
in the
stu
ff
.
”

Co
r
d
ra
is
e
d his b
r
o
w
s.
“
A
t
a
ll, not
e
v
e
n a
b
e
er
?
”

“A
t
a
ll.
I
us
e
d to be
in s
a
l
e
s
a
nd
f
i
r
st st
ar
t
e
d
d
r
inki
n
g
just to
e
nt
er
t
a
in
c
li
e
nts.
L
a
t
e
r thou
g
h, it b
e
c
a
me
a
cr
ut
c
h to
g
e
t me
th
r
o
u
g
h
a
ll the
s
a
l
e
s
c
a
lls
I
h
a
d
w
ith di
ff
i
c
ult
c
ustom
er
s.
T
h
e
n
I
w
ould d
r
ink
w
ith
c
li
e
nts b
e
g
inni
n
g
a
s
ear
l
y
a
s t
e
n
a
.m.
a
ll the
w
hile
t
e
lling
m
y
s
e
lf
I n
ee
d
e
d it to
g
e
t th
r
o
u
g
h
t
he
m
ee
ti
n
g
. S
a
l
e
s t
r
ips b
e
g
a
n to t
a
ke
on
a
p
ar
t
y
a
t
mosph
ere
.
I
c
h
ea
t
e
d on
m
y
w
i
f
e
—
w
ith some
r
e
g
ul
ar
i
t
y
.
W
h
a
t
w
ith the
d
r
inking
a
nd the
c
h
e
a
ting
it
c
ost me
m
y m
arr
i
a
g
e.

“O
ne
d
a
y I
w
oke
up in
a
hot
e
l
r
oom
a
nd didn
’
t
r
e
m
e
mb
e
r
w
h
a
t
I
’
d done
t
h
e
ni
g
ht b
e
f
o
re
.
N
othin
g
.
I
’
d b
l
ac
k
e
d out
a
nd it s
care
d t
h
e
c
r
a
p out of
m
e
.
B
ut th
a
t still
wa
s
n
’
t
e
nough
f
or
me
to quit d
r
inkin
g
.
I
t took g
e
tting
a
r
re
st
e
d
f
or
public
into
x
i
ca
tion a
c
ouple
of
nights l
a
t
e
r
f
or
me
to s
e
e the
li
g
ht,
e
sp
e
c
i
a
l
l
y
w
h
e
n
m
y
c
omp
a
n
y
h
a
d th
e
ir
f
i
ll
a
nd l
e
t me
g
o.
T
h
e
night
I
lost
m
y
job,
I
we
nt to
m
y
f
i
r
st
A
A
m
e
e
tin
g
.”