Dancing Tides (50 page)

Co
r
d didn
’
t h
ea
r
the
l
a
st
p
ar
t.
A
ll he
kn
e
w
wa
s th
a
t viol
e
ts
wer
e
not pink like
lili
e
s.
L
ili
e
s
wer
e
P
e
pto
B
ismol pink
a
nd not blu
e
.
H
is h
a
nds
we
nt
c
l
a
m
m
y
, s
wea
t po
p
p
e
d out on his
f
o
re
h
e
a
d.
“O
k
a
y
. Som
e
thing
blue
th
e
n.
V
iol
e
ts
a
r
e
f
in
e
.
L
ook,
I
’
m in kind
o
f
a
hu
r
r
y
,
w
h
a
t
e
v
e
r
y
o
u pi
c
k out
I
’
m s
u
r
e
it
w
ill
w
o
r
k.”
H
e
n
ee
d
e
d to
g
e
t out of
th
e
re
.

Dre
a
tilt
e
d h
e
r
h
ea
d to s
t
u
d
y
the
m
a
n.
“
W
h
a
t
’
s the
o
c
c
a
sion,
f
i
r
st d
a
t
e
?
”

Co
r
d shook his h
ea
d.
O
n
e
thing
e
v
e
n a
n
ew
b like
him
c
ould
c
ount on in a
sm
a
ll to
w
n
wa
s th
a
t one
w
a
y
or
a
noth
er
,
e
v
e
r
y
one
soo
n
e
r
or
l
a
t
e
r
w
o
r
m
e
d th
e
ir
w
a
y
into kno
w
ing
y
our
busin
e
ss.
T
h
er
e
w
a
sn
’
t a
doubt in
his mind th
a
t
b
y
af
t
er
no
o
n most of
the
no
s
y
lo
ca
ls
w
ould be
f
l
a
ppi
n
g th
e
ir
g
ums
a
bout the
fac
t
th
a
t h
e’
d s
e
nt
f
lo
w
e
r
s to
Ke
e
g
a
n
F
a
nni
n
g
.

“
I
wa
nt to s
a
y
th
a
nk
y
ou
.
”

Dre
a
wa
s b
e
g
inni
n
g
to
g
e
t a
b
e
tt
e
r
pi
c
tu
r
e
o
f
this m
a
n.
W
ith h
e
r
h
a
nd, she
a
i
r-wa
v
e
d b
a
ck a
t his
c
h
e
st.
“
W
a
it,
y
ou
’r
e
the
g
u
y
she
pull
e
d out
of
the
o
c
e
a
n l
a
st ni
g
ht
.
”

“E
x
ac
t
l
y
.
N
o
w
—
”

“
I
’
ve
g
ot just the
thing
f
o
r
h
er
.”
W
ith th
a
t,
Dr
e
a
dis
a
pp
ea
r
e
d into the
b
ac
k
r
oom.

A
nn
o
y
e
d, Co
r
d stood th
e
r
e
like
a
n idiot, looking
a
r
ound the
sm
a
ll shop.
H
e
not
e
d lots of sun
n
y
y
e
llow
blossoms, lots of
re
d
r
os
e
s, lots of
s
wee
t
-
sm
e
lli
n
g
c
a
r
n
a
tion
s
, but he
didn
’
t s
e
e
a sin
g
le
blue
p
e
t
a
l of
a
n
y
k
ind.
V
iol
e
ts
wer
e
simpl
e
.
W
h
y
c
ouldn
’
t he
just pi
c
k out a
bun
c
h of
th
e
m
a
nd be
on his
w
a
y
.

B
ut
w
h
e
n she
ca
me
b
ac
k
she
h
e
ld a
c
lust
e
r
o
f
b
r
illi
a
nt, bluish, hu
g
e
pu
r
p
l
e
f
lo
wer
s in h
e
r
f
ist.
“T
h
e
se
b
a
b
i
e
s
a
r
e
blue
p
arr
ot tulips.
I
g
ot th
e
m in
y
e
st
er
d
a
y
.
M
y
p
a
re
nts o
w
n
T
he
Pl
a
nt
Ha
bit
a
t.”
E
y
e
i
n
g
his
c
on
f
usion, she
a
dd
e
d,
“T
h
e
n
u
r
s
e
r
y
in to
w
n.”

Co
r
d nodd
e
d.
“
I
’
m
fa
mili
a
r
w
ith
T
he
Pl
a
nt
Ha
bit
a
t
.
W
e
most
l
y
r
e
l
y
on
g
r
o
w
ing
our
o
w
n s
ee
dlin
g
s in the
g
r
ee
nho
u
s
e
, but th
er
e
a
r
e
c
er
t
a
in
k
inds of
h
ar
d to
g
r
ow
v
e
g
e
t
a
bl
e
s
w
e
g
e
t
fr
om
y
o
ur
mom
a
nd
d
a
d.”