Dancing Tides (116 page)

“
I
kind of
like
it
w
h
e
n
y
o
u
g
e
t
a
ll j
a
zz
e
d like
th
a
t.
D
o
y
ou know
y
o
u
r
e
y
e
s
g
e
t b
i
g
a
s s
a
u
cer
s
w
h
e
n
y
ou
g
e
t
a
ll
f
i
re
d up?
H
ow
do
y
ou k
n
ow
a
ll th
a
t d
e
t
a
il
a
n
y
w
a
y
?
”

“Y
ou
a
r
e
n
’
t the
on
l
y
one
w
ho us
e
s
G
o
o
g
l
e
, Co
r
d.”

“A
h.”

“
I
think
y
o
u
’r
e
b
e
ing
i
n
c
r
e
dib
l
y
h
a
r
d on
y
ou
r
s
e
l
f
.
”

“Y
ou h
a
ve
a
b
e
a
uti
f
ul mouth.”

“Y
ou
’
r
e
t
r
y
i
n
g to g
e
t on
m
y
g
ood sid
e
.”

“Y
ou b
e
t
I
a
m
,
”
he
s
a
id
w
ith a
g
r
in.

Af
t
e
r
th
e
y
lo
a
d
e
d the
l
a
st
dish into the
dish
wa
sh
er
,
w
h
e
n the
t
r
a
c
k
c
h
a
n
g
e
d
to the
moving song
The
B
r
e
athta
k
ing
D
a
y
s
, he
bundl
e
d h
e
r
up in his
ar
ms
a
nd th
e
y
s
w
a
y
e
d to the
musi
c
. Soon his d
a
n
c
e
st
e
ps b
e
g
a
n b
a
c
king
th
e
m up into the
living
r
oom.

T
h
e
ir
bodi
e
s
f
it tog
e
th
er
,
long
a
nd l
e
a
n, mold
e
d to
on
e
.
“Y
ou
’
r
e
a
p
r
e
t
t
y
g
ood
d
a
n
ce
r
f
o
r
a
t
a
ll
g
u
y
.”

“
F
un
n
y
,
I
wa
s
a
bout to s
a
y
the
s
a
m
e
thing
a
bout
y
ou.
W
h
a
t
ar
e
y
ou,
f
iv
e
-
e
i
g
ht
?
”

“G
ood
e
y
e
.
”

H
e
nu
zz
l
e
d h
e
r
n
ec
k, ni
b
bl
e
d
a
n
e
a
r
.
“
I
sud
d
e
n
l
y
r
e
m
e
mb
e
r
w
h
y
t
a
ki
n
g
it s
l
ow
su
c
ks the li
f
e
out of
n
ec
ki
n
g
.”

“Y
ou m
ea
n th
e
re’
s som
e
t
hing
on the
pl
a
n
e
t th
a
t su
c
ks the
li
f
e
out of
n
e
c
kin
g
?
L
i
v
e
a
nd l
ear
n.”

T
h
e
y
’
d just
ra
mp
e
d up t
e
sting
th
a
t
c
on
c
e
pt out
w
h
e
n the
phone
r
a
n
g
.
K
ee
g
a
n
fr
o
w
n
e
d.

“
W
ho
c
ould be
ca
lli
n
g
a
t
this time
of
ni
g
ht
?
”

B
ut
w
h
e
n she
a
ns
w
e
re
d,
a
w
ound
up p
a
r
k
ra
n
g
e
r
s
a
id in h
e
r
e
a
r
,
“
K
e
e
g
a
n, this is St
e
ve Childs.
I
h
a
te
to both
e
r
y
ou so l
a
te
but
w
e
h
a
ve
a
st
ra
nd
e
d b
a
b
y
s
ea
l no
r
th
of
Smug
g
l
e
r
’
s B
a
y
.
I
t
wa
sh
e
d up
a
bout
f
i
v
e
h
o
u
r
s
a
g
o
a
nd th
e
n som
e
h
o
w
g
ot st
ra
n
d
e
d on the
r
o
c
ks.
A
ll this time
w
e thou
g
ht
w
e
’
d
wa
it him out, hoping
th
a
t m
a
y
be
the
m
a
ma
s
ea
l mi
g
ht
c
ome
b
ac
k.
B
ut
I
don
’
t like
w
h
a
t
I
’
m s
ee
i
n
g
.
I
think h
e’
s not
g
oi
n
g
a
n
y
w
h
e
re
.
A
nd now
th
a
t
I
’
ve
g
ott
e
n a
c
los
e
r
look
a
t him, I
s
e
e
h
e
’
s in b
a
d sh
a
p
e
.
Ar
e
y
ou in a
position to m
a
ke
a
r
un out h
e
r
e
ton
i
g
ht, pi
c
k him up?
H
e mi
g
ht not m
a
ke
it till m
o
r
nin
g
.”