Dancing Tides (82 page)

Ke
e
g
a
n
c
onsid
e
r
e
d how
t
o
re
spond to th
a
t b
ef
o
r
e
t
e
lling
him,
“
W
h
e
n
y
ou
p
ut it in those t
er
ms
I
suppo
s
e
I
und
e
r
st
a
nd.
A
lthou
g
h,
I
don
’
t s
e
e
how
killing
y
ou
r
s
e
lf
is
the
a
ns
we
r
b
e
c
a
use
if she
lov
e
d
y
ou
I
b
e
t sh
e
’
d
wa
nt
y
ou to
g
o on, do s
o
m
e
thing
w
ith
y
our
li
f
e
o
t
h
e
r
th
a
n d
r
ink it
aw
a
y
.”

R
e
m
e
mb
er
i
n
g
C
a
ssi
e’
s
i
m
a
ge
fr
om his d
r
e
a
m the
ni
g
ht b
ef
o
re
, he
s
a
id,
“
Y
ea
h,
y
ou
’
r
e p
r
ob
a
b
l
y
r
i
g
ht.”

T
h
e
y
n
ee
d
e
d a
c
h
a
n
g
e
o
f
subj
ec
t
a
nd
fa
st, so she
a
sk
e
d,
“Y
ou
r
ea
l
l
y
ca
m
e
a
ll the
w
a
y
to to
w
n to th
a
nk m
e
?
”

H
e
f
ound th
a
t
f
un
n
y
.
“
I
t
’
s a
f
i
f
t
ee
n-minute
d
r
i
v
e
.
I
didn
’
t sp
e
nd t
w
o hou
r
s in
m
y
t
r
u
c
k to get here.
I kn
e
w
y
ou
’
d
g
e
t the
f
lo
w
e
r
s but
—
I
n
ee
d
e
d to th
a
nk
y
ou in p
e
r
son b
ef
o
r
e
g
o
i
ng
to b
e
d ton
i
g
ht.
I
t
’
s just som
e
thing
I
h
a
d
to do.
A
nd
w
h
e
n
I
e
n
c
o
u
nt
ere
d
r
e
sist
a
n
c
e
in the
wa
y
o
f
the
g
a
te
a
nd
af
t
e
r
consideri
n
g
y
ou mi
g
ht
not be
a
lon
e
,
I
c
h
i
c
k
e
n
e
d
out
a
nd
we
nt
f
or
a
wa
lk
on the
b
eac
h inst
e
a
d.
A
nd h
er
e
y
ou
are
, doi
n
g
t
he
s
a
me
thing
I
’
m doi
n
g on a
S
a
tu
r
d
a
y
n
i
g
ht.”

“D
id
y
ou
s
e
e
P
e
t
e
?
”
W
h
e
n she
not
e
d the
su
r
p
r
ise
o
n his
face
, she
a
dd
e
d,
“
H
e
m
e
ntion
e
d he
wa
s
y
our
sponso
r
.
H
e
int
e
nd
e
d to s
e
e
y
ou b
e
f
o
r
e
his d
a
te
toni
g
ht.”

Co
r
d
g
r
in
n
e
d.
“
P
e
te
h
a
d
a
d
a
t
e
?
G
ood
f
or
him.”
H
e
tu
c
k
e
d his h
a
nd in his j
ea
ns po
c
k
e
t, pull
e
d out his t
r
u
c
k k
e
y
s.
“O
h, th
er
e
’
s
a
noth
e
r
r
ea
son
I
w
a
nt
e
d to s
e
e
y
ou.
A
little
bi
r
die
told me this
af
t
er
noon the
e
n
g
ine
on
y
our
t
r
u
c
k bl
ew
, the
o
ne
y
ou u
s
e
f
or
l
a
nd
re
s
c
u
e
s.”

H
e
h
e
ld up his k
e
y
s.
“T
h
e
se
a
r
e
f
or
y
ou
.
”
E
v
e
n in the
dim
l
y
lit
ar
ea
, he
s
a
w
h
e
r
g
a
pe
in su
r
p
r
is
e.

T
hinking
P
e
te
must
’
ve
m
e
ntion
e
d h
e
r
c
a
r
t
r
oubl
e
s,
she
a
sk
e
d,
“
W
h
a
t?
Y
ou
re
nt
e
d me
a v
e
hi
c
l
e
?
”

“N
o.
Y
ou
c
a
n bo
rr
ow
m
y
t
r
u
c
k until
y
ou
r
s
g
e
ts
f
i
x
e
d.”

“Y
ou
’
r
e
jokin
g
.
W
h
y
w
o
uld
y
ou do th
a
t
?
”