Dancing Tides (9 page)

I
f
y
ou
c
ould
g
e
t p
a
st the
b
a
d
a
ss look, th
er
e
wa
s h
i
s lon
g
, s
a
n
d
y
blond
h
a
ir
th
a
t hung
to his should
er
s.
A
nd the
f
a
c
t his
war
m, b
r
o
w
n
e
y
e
s
f
l
ec
k
e
d
w
ith
g
old
c
ould
s
o
f
t
e
n
a
t the
d
r
op of
a h
a
t.
H
e
h
a
d
a
t
e
nd
e
r
h
e
ar
t
f
or
a
nim
a
ls.
H
e
c
ould
n
’
t
w
o
r
k
ar
ound th
e
m
a
ll t
h
e
time
a
nd not.
H
e
wa
s a
su
c
k
e
r
f
o
r
kids,
e
s
p
ec
i
a
l
l
y
those
who h
a
d
g
r
o
w
n up h
ar
d like
he
h
a
d.
A
nd b
eca
u
s
e
of
th
a
t so
f
t spot he
o
f
t
e
n l
ac
k
e
d
the
a
bili
t
y
to
g
e
t tou
g
h
o
r
dish out h
ar
d
c
o
r
e
dis
c
i
p
line
of
a
n
y
kind.

Sob
er
, he
ra
n to
ea
s
y
g
o
i
n
g
,
e
v
e
n l
a
id-b
a
c
k.
E
v
e
n
w
h
e
n he
did
g
e
t ups
e
t, he
c
ould s
e
nd out vib
e
s
w
ith a
look,
a
nd th
e
n
re
l
y
on his si
z
e
to di
ff
use
a
di
ff
i
cu
lt
c
i
rc
u
m
st
a
n
ce.

I
n oth
e
r
w
o
r
ds, it took a
l
ot to piss him o
ff
.
A
t l
ea
st in
y
e
ar
s p
a
st th
a
t
wa
s t
r
u
e.

B
ut no
w
,
w
h
e
n Co
r
d
d
r
a
nk, a
p
er
son m
i
g
ht g
e
t the
su
r
l
y
a
ttitude
a
lo
n
g
w
ith a
w
illin
g
n
e
ss to
f
i
g
ht just to p
r
ove
a
p
o
int.

T
he
ni
g
ht
w
a
s
e
a
r
l
y
y
e
t,
not
e
v
e
n s
e
v
e
n
o
’c
lo
c
k.
Co
r
d
wa
sn
’
t quite
d
r
unk.
B
ut he
w
a
s st
ea
di
l
y
doi
n
g
his d
a
mn
e
d
e
st to g
e
t th
ere
.

N
i
g
hts like
this one
we
r
e
the
tou
g
h
e
st,
w
h
er
e
m
e
mo
r
i
e
s of
oth
e
r
mo
r
e
fe
s
t
ive
F
r
id
a
y ni
g
hts lin
g
e
re
d like
the
h
ea
v
y
smoke
in the
a
ir
o
r
the
unmist
a
k
a
ble
sm
e
lls of
f
ish
a
lo
n
g
the
pi
er
.

Hear
tb
r
ea
ki
n
g
r
ec
oll
ec
ti
o
ns of
a
time
sp
e
nt
w
ith t
h
e
love
o
f
his li
f
e
no lo
n
g
e
r
m
a
tt
ere
d.
B
ut th
e
y
w
e
r
e
th
e
r
e
,
a
l
wa
y
s th
e
re
, ho
v
er
i
n
g
a
t the
su
rfa
c
e
,
f
illing
up th
a
t
c
o
r
n
e
r
of
his mind th
a
t no m
a
tt
e
r
how
mu
c
h he
d
ra
nk he
c
ould
n
’
t
c
ompl
e
t
e
l
y
g
e
t to
g
o
aw
a
y
.

H
e
w
ould
’
ve
lik
e
d noth
i
ng
b
e
tt
e
r
th
a
n to simp
l
y
hit a
d
e
l
e
te
k
e
y
, like
on a
c
omput
er
,
a
nd
era
se
o
r
som
e
how
w
ipe
a
w
a
y
the
m
e
mo
r
i
e
s of
h
a
p
pi
e
r
d
a
y
s.
T
h
a
t
w
a
y
he
w
ouldn
’
t h
a
ve
to
re
m
e
mb
e
r
w
h
a
t h
a
d
b
ee
n
.

H
e
h
a
d to
re
mind hims
e
lf
th
a
t he
wa
s
c
ont
e
nt
w
a
llo
w
ing
in his mis
era
ble
e
x
c
use
of
a
n
e
x
ist
e
n
ce
.
A
nd if
he
g
ot lu
c
k
y
ton
i
g
ht, mo
r
e
o
f
the
d
r
ink mi
g
ht, just mi
g
ht,
w
ipe
out
e
v
e
n th
a
t stubbo
r
n
c
o
r
n
e
r
w
h
e
r
e
C
a
ssie
liv
e
d
a
s if
she
h
a
d
n
e
v
e
r
b
e
e
n th
e
r
e
a
t
a
ll.