Dancing Tides (155 page)

“
I
t
’
s
a
m
a
z
ing
w
h
a
t
y
ou
g
u
y
s did.”

“H
mm,
w
e
h
a
d some
h
e
lp h
er
e
ton
i
g
ht, Co
r
d.
Y
o
u
wer
e
p
re
t
t
y
a
m
a
z
ing
y
o
u
r
s
e
l
f
.”

“
M
e
?
I
just
w
a
t
c
h
e
d.”

“N
o,
y
ou d
ef
init
e
l
y
did
mo
r
e
th
a
n th
a
t.
A
nd it
g
o
t
m
y
mind o
f
f
m
y
g
ra
n
d
moth
er
.
D
id it h
e
lp
y
ou
?
”

“
B
e
i
n
g
w
ith
y
ou,
y
e
a
h, it
a
ll
c
li
c
k
e
d
a
w
a
y
.
B
ut
I
wa
s v
e
r
y
c
lose
to the
e
d
ge
toni
g
ht
a
nd
y
o
u pull
e
d me
b
ac
k,
K
e
e
g
a
n
.
”

“
I
think m
a
y
b
e
w
e
pull
e
d
eac
h oth
e
r
b
ac
k ton
i
g
ht,
Co
r
d. M
a
y
b
e
the
p
r
os k
n
ow
w
h
a
t th
e
y
’
r
e
t
a
lki
n
g
a
bout. M
a
y
b
e
it just t
a
k
e
s time
f
or
t
he
loss t
o
—b
ec
ome
l
e
ss
a
t some
point
a
nd—mo
r
e
b
e
ara
b
l
e
.”

“Yea
h,
m
a
y
be
so.”
B
ut it su
r
e
didn
’
t hu
r
t k
n
o
w
ing
a
n
a
m
a
z
ing
m
a
r
ine
biolo
g
ist
w
ho lov
e
s h
e
l
ping
out
w
ildli
f
e
a
n
y
time
it’s
i
n dist
re
ss.

B
y
T
hu
r
sd
a
y
m
o
r
ning
t
h
e
p
a
in in his h
ea
d
f
e
lt like
a
h
e
a
v
y
-
m
e
t
a
l b
a
nd had s
e
t
up a
d
r
umming th
a
t st
ea
di
l
y
in
c
rea
s
e
d to the
pounding
a
nd int
e
nsi
t
y
of
a
sl
e
d
g
e
h
a
mm
er
.

Sitting
in
Dr
. Pont
a
d
era’
s
o
ff
i
c
e
holdi
n
g
his
ac
hi
n
g h
ea
d in his h
a
nds, Co
r
d
a
dmitt
e
d,
“T
his is like
no oth
e
r
h
e
a
d
ac
he
I
’
ve
e
v
e
r
h
a
d b
ef
o
r
e
.
T
his,
af
t
e
r
t
a
king
on
l
y
f
our
pills, is like som
e
one
d
r
ill
e
d a
hole
in
m
y
h
e
a
d.
L
ook,
I
’
m
g
o
i
ng
c
r
oss
-
e
y
e
d the
p
a
in is
so
f
i
erce
.
I
c
a
n
’
t
c
on
ce
nt
r
a
t
e
,
c
a
n
’
t
f
o
c
us,
ca
n
’
t
g
e
t the
p
a
in to
ea
se
up long
e
no
u
g
h to think
s
t
ra
i
g
ht.
T
h
e
n th
er
e
’
s the
n
er
vousn
e
ss.
I
fee
l l
i
ke
I
’
m
c
r
aw
li
n
g
out of
m
y
skin.”

“O
bvious side
ef
f
ec
ts
f
r
o
m t
h
e
s
er
t
ra
lin
e
.
W
e’
ll t
r
y
som
e
thi
n
g
e
ls
e
.
T
h
er
e’
s C
e
l
e
x
a
w
hi
ch c
om
e
s in
a
n in
e
x
p
e
nsive
g
e
n
er
i
c
.
I
told
y
ou
w
e
h
a
ve
a
ll m
a
nn
e
r
o
f
m
e
ds
w
e
ca
n t
r
y
to
g
e
t
y
ou ov
e
r
this sh
a
k
y
hump in the
r
o
a
d.”

She
r
ipp
e
d o
f
f
a
p
re
s
cr
iption
fr
om h
e
r
p
a
d
a
nd h
a
n
d
e
d him the
p
a
p
e
r
th
e
n
w
e
nt to h
e
r d
e
sk, took out a
bottle
of
ibup
r
o
fe
n.
“
H
ere
,
l
e
t
’
s s
e
e
if
w
e
c
a
n dull th
a
t h
ea
d
ac
h
e
.
”

W
h
e
n she
s
a
t b
ac
k do
w
n,
she
wa
nt
e
d to kno
w
,
“D
i
d
y
ou
g
ive
a
n
ymo
r
e
th
o
u
g
ht to
w
h
a
t
I
a
sk
e
d
y
ou on Mond
a
y
?
W
a
s it lo
g
isti
ca
l
l
y
r
e
a
listic
th
a
t
y
ou
c
ould
’
ve
r
e
ac
h
e
d the
shoot
e
r
th
a
t d
a
y in the
c
hu
rc
h
?
”

“
I
thou
g
ht
a
bout it.
A
nd th
er
e
is no
w
a
y I
c
ould h
a
ve
g
ott
e
n to Rob
b
y
M
a
c
k
in tim
e
.
B
ut th
a
t
’
s not th
e
—”

T
oni h
e
ld up a
h
a
nd.
“N
o
,
f
or
no
w
, it
is
the
issu
e
.
L
e
t
’
s sti
c
k to
rea
li
t
y
not
w
h
a
t
y
ou think
y
o
u should
’
ve
do
n
e
or
w
h
a
t should
’
ve
h
a
pp
e
n
e
d.
H
o
w’
s th
a
t?
I
should
’
v
e
i
nv
e
st
e
d h
ea
vi
l
y
in Mi
cr
oso
f
t, but
a
s
y
ou
ca
n
pl
a
in
l
y
s
ee
,
I
didn
’
t.”

W
h
e
n she
s
a
w
his b
r
ow
f
u
rr
o
w
, she
a
dd
e
d,
“
D
on
’
t
g
ive
me
t
h
a
t look like
I
’
m
c
omp
ar
ing b
u
y
i
n
g
sto
c
ks to losing
t
he
w
om
a
n
y
ou lov
e
d th
a
t
d
a
y
.
I
’
m not.
B
ut do
w
e
a
g
re
e
h
e
r
e
, M
r
.
B
e
nn
e
tt, th
a
t th
e
re’
s t
r
ut
h
,
w
h
a
t
’
s
r
e
a
l
a
nd th
e
n th
e
re’
s
f
a
nt
a
s
y
,
w
h
a
t
h
a
pp
e
n
s up h
ere
.”
She
h
e
ld t
w
o
f
in
g
e
r
s to the
side
of
h
e
r
h
ea
d
b
ef
o
r
e
c
ontinu
i
n
g
.
“
W
h
a
t
w
e
think should
’
ve
h
a
pp
e
n
e
d is in no
w
a
y
a
c
o
rre
l
a
tion to
rea
li
t
y
?
D
o
w
e
a
g
r
e
e
?
”