Dancing Tides (91 page)

“
S
ee
?
There’
s th
a
t s
e
nse
of
h
um
or
.
W
h
er
e
wa
s th
a
t j
u
st a
sho
r
t t
we
n
t
y
-
f
our
h
o
u
r
s
ear
li
e
r
w
h
e
n
y
ou
w
e
r
e
c
onsid
e
r
i
n
g
—
?
”
She
stopp
e
d, l
e
t out a
huge
si
g
h.
“Y
ou s
e
e
m so—di
ffe
r
e
nt toni
g
ht. Split p
er
son
a
li
t
y
m
a
y
b
e
?
”

“
F
or
o
n
e
thin
g
, l
a
st n
i
g
ht
I
wa
sn
’
t h
a
vi
n
g a
c
onv
er
s
a
tion
w
ith
a
n
y
on
e
.
I
n
f
a
c
t,
I
wa
s in a lou
s
y
f
r
a
me
of
mind, h
a
d
b
ee
n
a
ll
w
e
e
k.
I
c
ould
f
e
e
l it building
up inside
m
e
.
I
usu
a
l
l
y
ca
n.
I
we
nt
fr
om
wa
lki
n
g
into
M
c
C
rea
d
y
’
s just so
I
c
o
u
ld l
e
t o
f
f
a
little
st
ea
m,
w
e
nt
fr
om h
a
vi
n
g
one d
r
ink to
fee
li
n
g
like
I
di
d
n
’
t
wa
nt to be
ar
ound
a
n
y
m
o
re
.
”

“
Could it be
th
a
t
y
ou
f
i
n
d
y
ou
r
s
e
lf
in a
n
e
w
pl
ac
e
, a
n
e
w
job,
a
nd
e
v
e
n
w
i
t
h
a
ll th
a
t,
y
o
u
’
r
e
still
a
lon
e
?
O
v
erw
h
e
lm
e
d
b
y
y
o
u
r
n
e
w
s
u
r
r
oundin
g
s
?
”

H
is b
r
ow
ti
g
ht
e
n
e
d. M
a
y
be
sh
e’
d hit on som
e
thing
he
h
a
dn
’
t
c
onsid
e
re
d.
“
I
g
o
s
e
e
a sh
r
ink on Mond
a
y
.
I
do
n
’
t know
how
th
e
y
g
ot me
in so qui
c
k.
B
ut the
judge
wa
s
f
a
i
r
l
y
a
d
a
m
a
nt
a
bout me
g
oi
n
g
.
I
g
u
e
ss
I
’
ll
s
e
e
how
it
g
o
e
s.
A
nd
y
e
a
h
,
I
fee
l lon
e
l
y
som
e
tim
e
s,
like
I
’
m lost.
T
h
a
t
’
s
w
h
y
the
b
e
st p
ar
t of
l
a
st
ni
g
ht—”

“T
h
e
r
e
wa
s a
b
e
st p
ar
t to
l
a
st ni
g
ht
?
”

“Yea
h.
A
s
I
r
eca
ll, the
b
e
st p
ar
t of
l
a
st ni
g
ht
w
a
s
w
h
e
n
y
ou h
a
d
y
our
mou
t
h on mine
just not
e
x
ac
t
l
y
the
w
a
y I
w
o
uld
’
ve
lik
e
d.”

T
h
a
t m
a
de
h
e
r
sputt
e
r
o
u
t,
“Gee
z
,
I
wa
s t
r
y
i
n
g
to
g
e
t
y
ou to b
r
ea
th
e
.
”

“A
nd if
I
’
d kn
o
w
n
y
ou
e
x
i
s
t
e
d b
ef
o
r
e
I
took th
a
t dive
into the
wa
t
er
,
I
m
i
ght
’
ve
k
e
pt
m
y butt on th
a
t
r
o
c
k, k
e
pt my
tho
u
g
hts to
wa
t
c
hi
n
g
t
h
e
s
e
tting
sun inst
ea
d
o
f
m
a
king
it the
l
a
st one
I
’
d
e
v
e
r
s
ee
.
”

She
op
e
n
e
d h
e
r
mouth to sp
ea
k but
c
ouldn
’
t
f
o
r
m
a
sin
g
le
tho
u
g
ht. M
a
ki
n
g su
r
e
she
k
e
pt h
e
r
e
y
e
s on t
h
e
d
ar
k,
n
ar
r
ow
l
a
n
e
, she
pull
e
d up in
fr
ont of
the
f
ar
mhouse
t
h
a
t us
e
d to b
e
long
to
E
dmund
Ta
gg
er
t.
T
he
m
ar
ine
l
a
y
e
r
h
a
d
p
ar
t
e
d
e
n
ou
g
h th
a
t sli
ce
s of
moon
l
i
g
ht
c
ut th
r
o
u
g
h the
c
louds
a
llo
w
ing
h
e
f
t
y
st
r
ea
ks to
wa
sh ov
e
r
the
f
r
o
nt
y
ar
d
a
nd the
old po
r
c
h
.