Dancing Tides (149 page)

“
S
a
me
h
e
r
e
.
I
w
a
s ok
a
y
a
s long
a
s thi
n
g
s
we
r
e
po
p
ping
du
r
i
n
g
the
d
a
y
a
nd
I
h
a
d p
r
obl
e
ms to solv
e
.
O
n
c
e
e
v
e
r
y
one
l
ef
t tho
u
g
h,
I
f
o
und
m
y
s
e
lf
in a
f
unk.”

She
l
a
id h
e
r
h
ea
d on his
s
hould
e
r
a
nd d
e
c
id
e
d,
“
I
think both of
us h
a
ve
to
f
ind our
o
w
n
w
a
y
th
r
o
u
g
h the
g
r
i
e
f
p
r
o
ce
ss
a
nd b
e
a
t this to
c
ome
out the
oth
e
r
sid
e
.
I
’
m
g
l
a
d
y
ou t
e
x
t
e
d m
e
, Co
r
d.”

“
W
h
y
,
K
ee
g
a
n?
W
h
y
di
d
n
’
t
y
ou t
e
ll me
how
y
ou
wer
e
fee
li
n
g
?
Y
ou
c
ould
’
ve
ca
ll
e
d m
e
, too,
c
ould
’
ve
l
e
t me
kn
o
w
tod
a
y
m
i
g
ht be
a
p
r
ob
l
e
m.
I
w
ould
’
ve
c
om
e
.
W
h
y
didn
’
t
y
ou
?
”

“
B
e
ca
u
s
e
…
I
didn
’
t
wa
nt
to
a
dd to
y
our
p
r
obl
e
ms.”

“D
on
’
t do th
a
t.
I
’
m a
b
i
g b
o
y
,
I
ca
n h
a
n
dle
thin
g
s
.
”
H
e
li
f
t
e
d h
e
r
c
hin.
“
I
t
’
s
a
t
w
o
-w
a
y st
ree
t.
Y
ou n
e
e
d to l
ear
n
to
reac
h out
a
nd so do
I
.”

“
L
ea
n on
eac
h ot
h
er
?
I
t
’
s
a
d
ea
l.”

T
h
e
y
’
d
g
one
p
er
h
a
ps t
we
lve
mil
e
s out
w
h
e
n the
R
uby
Tu
e
sday
c
a
me
into vi
ew
.
K
ee
g
a
n th
r
ottl
e
d b
ac
k on the
motor
to slow
h
e
r
sp
ee
d. She
reac
h
e
d
f
or
t
h
e
ra
dio.
“
T
his is
M
oonlight
M
ile
to
R
uby
Tu
e
sda
y
.
I
’
v
e
g
o
t
y
ou in si
g
ht.
A
r
e
y
ou
c
o
ming
to m
e
?
O
r
a
m
I
g
o
i
ng
th
e
r
e
.
O
v
e
r
.”

A
fe
w
minut
e
s of
sil
e
n
c
e
a
nd th
e
n she
h
e
ar
d Cl
a
n
ce’
s voi
c
e
.
“T
his is the
R
uby
Tu
e
sda
y
.
F
ishin
g
’
s
p
re
t
t
y
g
ood toni
g
ht.
Y
ou st
a
y
put.
D
on
’
t
wa
nt
y
ou
s
car
i
n
g
o
f
f
the
f
ish.
W
e’
ll b
r
ing
him to
y
ou.
O
v
e
r
.”

“
Ro
g
e
r
th
a
t.
W
h
a
t
’
ve
w
e
g
ot, Cl
a
n
ce
?
W
h
a
t
’
s his
c
onditio
n
?
H
ow
bi
g
?
Ta
l
k to m
e
.
O
v
er
.”

“Def
init
e
l
y
a
l
e
a
th
er
b
ac
k
.
L
ooks like
to me
h
e
’
s
c
hokin
g
,
K
ee
g
a
n.
I
’
d s
a
y
he
we
i
g
hs
a
bout a
hund
re
d pounds
or
so, h
e’
s not th
a
t bi
g
,
b
ut big
e
no
u
g
h th
a
t
w
e’
ll n
ee
d to use
a
h
ar
n
e
ss to t
ra
nspo
r
t him to the
l
a
un
c
h.
O
v
er
.
”

“
Ro
g
e
r
th
a
t. Sounds like
a
sub
a
dult. B
r
ing
him
o
v
e
r
th
e
n, Cl
a
n
c
e
.
I
’
ll
g
e
t
the
tub
rea
d
y
.
W
e’
ll t
r
y
to
g
e
t him some
h
e
lp.
O
v
er
.
”

W
hile
th
e
y
g
ot bu
s
y
p
re
p
ar
ing
t
h
e
c
ont
a
in
e
r
, a
l
ar
g
e
bin, Co
r
d
a
sk
e
d the
f
i
r
st of
a
s
er
i
e
s of
c
u
r
ious qu
e
stions.
“
W
h
y
’
d
h
e
ea
t
a
pl
a
stic
b
a
g
?
”