Dancing Tides (186 page)

“
I
c
ouldn
’
t
e
a
t a
thi
n
g
,”
Co
r
d told him.
“
I
’
m a
little
n
er
vous.”

“
So
a
m
I
.
B
ut
I
tho
u
g
ht
y
ou mi
g
ht be
hu
n
g
r
y
a
f
t
e
r
the
t
r
ip.”
T
he
old
e
r
m
a
n
w
ip
e
d his p
a
lms on his j
ea
ns.
“Y
ou
must h
a
ve
a
ton of
qu
e
s
t
ions.
T
h
ere’
s som
e
thi
n
g I
wa
nt
y
ou to
s
ee
.”

Ga
be
w
a
lk
e
d ov
e
r
to a
c
a
bin
e
t, b
r
ou
g
ht out
a
n old
photo
a
lbum
w
ith a
re
d-
a
nd-
g
old
c
loth bindin
g
.
“
O
f
c
ou
r
s
e
,
I
lo
s
t
e
v
e
r
y
thing
af
t
e
r
th
e
y
a
r
r
e
st
e
d m
e
. Most of
w
h
a
t
b
e
lon
g
i
n
g
s
w
er
e
w
o
r
th k
ee
pi
n
g
e
n
d
e
d up
w
ith
Ta
m
m
y
’
s sist
er
,
T
a
r
a
D
ov
er
.
A
bout a
y
e
a
r
a
f
t
e
r
I
g
ot out,
af
t
e
r
th
e
y
c
l
ea
r
e
d me
of
the
mu
r
d
e
r
,
Tar
a
g
ot in tou
c
h, sent me one of those emails.
T
old
me
she
wa
s so
r
r
y
sh
e’
d
t
hou
g
ht
a
ll this time
I
’
d done
it. She
fe
lt so b
a
d she
s
e
nt me
a
f
e
w
things th
a
t
wer
e
T
a
m
m
y
’
s.
T
h
is photo
a
lbum
wa
s one
of
th
e
m.”

Co
r
d su
c
k
e
d in a
b
r
ea
th
a
nd took the
book he
h
a
n
d
e
d o
ff
.

“
I
sn
’
t mu
c
h,
I
kno
w
. Co
u
ldn
’
t be
mo
r
e
th
a
n thi
r
t
y
-
f
ive
pi
c
tu
re
s in th
e
r
e
a
t
most,
a
ll of
w
hi
c
h
we
r
e
t
a
k
e
n
b
y
t
w
o
t
ee
n
a
g
e
r
s in lov
e
.
B
ut it
’
s
w
o
r
th a
look b
e
c
a
use
it
’
s
a
ll
I
h
a
ve
l
e
f
t of h
er
—
a
nd
y
ou.
I
t
w
a
s
a
ll
I
h
a
d until no
w
.”

W
ith sudd
e
n
c
lum
s
y
f
i
n
g
er
s, Co
r
d li
f
t
e
d the
h
e
a
v
y
c
ov
er
.
F
or
the
f
i
r
st time
in his li
f
e
his
e
y
e
s l
a
nd
e
d on
a
photo of
his moth
er
. A
v
e
r
y
y
o
u
ng
blond
e
,
w
e
a
r
ing
h
e
r
j
e
a
n sho
r
ts
a
nd
w
hite blous
e
, smil
e
d
f
or
the
c
a
m
er
a
a
s if
s
h
e
didn
’
t h
a
v
e
a
c
ar
e
in the
w
o
r
ld.

“
W
o
w
, she
wa
s b
e
a
uti
f
ul.”

“O
h, she
w
a
s th
a
t.
I
took
th
a
t pi
c
tu
r
e
the
d
a
y
s
h
e
tu
r
n
e
d si
x
t
ee
n.
W
e’
d
g
o
n
e
ov
e
r
to Co
r
on
a
do
f
or
the
d
a
y
.
H
a
d us a
pi
c
ni
c
,
we
nt s
w
i
m
min
g
, m
a
de
lov
e
,
p
r
ob
a
bl
y
m
a
de
y
ou t
h
a
t d
a
y, if
t
r
uth be
kno
w
n.”

I
n spite
o
f
his thi
r
t
y
-f
o
u
r
y
ea
r
s, Co
r
d
’
s
h
a
nd
f
l
e
w
t
o his lips
a
nd his
e
y
e
s
g
r
e
w
moist.
H
e t
r
i
e
d to blink
aw
a
y
the
t
e
ar
s
b
y
p
re
ssi
n
g
his lips to
g
e
t
h
e
r
until th
e
y
t
u
r
n
e
d
w
hit
e
.
H
e
d
e
s
p
era
t
e
l
y
f
ou
g
ht to
c
ont
r
ol his
e
m
o
tions.