Dancing Tides (61 page)

“T
h
a
t
’
s a
g
rea
t id
e
a
but
I
m
a
y
h
a
ve
w
a
it
e
d a
little
t
o
o l
a
te
to pl
a
n a
sp
ec
i
a
l
e
v
e
nt
w
ith
e
v
e
r
y
thi
n
g
g
oing
on
—
”

“T
h
e
r
e’
s still tim
e
.
Ge
t the
lo
ca
l m
e
r
c
h
a
nts to d
o
na
te
stu
ff
.
I
’
ll be
t
h
e
f
i
r
s
t
.”

“
I
f
L
il
l
y
h
a
dn
’
t sn
a
p
p
e
d
y
o
u up
—
I
’
d m
ar
r
y
y
ou
m
y
s
e
l
f
.
”

“Yea
h. R
i
g
ht.
W
e
t
r
i
e
d
k
issi
n
g
on
ce
. R
e
m
e
m
b
er
?
”

She
r
oll
e
d h
e
r
e
y
e
s.
“H
o
w
c
ould
I
f
o
r
g
e
t?
E
v
e
r
y
g
i
r
l
r
e
m
e
mb
er
s
w
h
e
n a
g
u
y
t
e
lls her a kiss m
a
k
e
s him si
c
k.”

“
I
did not s
a
y
th
a
t.
I
s
a
id
it
fe
lt like
I
w
a
s kissing
m
y
sist
er
.”

“Yea
h.
I
think
m
y
g
r
a
n
d
moth
e
r
wa
s so
re
l
y
dis
a
p
p
oint
e
d.”

“
I
know
m
y
mom
wa
s.”

“
Couldn
’
t be
h
e
lp
e
d.
A
n
d
y
ou h
a
v
e
L
il
l
y
no
w
.
”

H
e
g
r
inn
e
d.
“
W
ho kn
e
w
?
T
he
minute
I
s
a
w
h
e
r
,
w
e
just
c
li
c
k
e
d.”

“
Must be
ni
ce
.”

“
I
t
’
ll h
a
pp
e
n,
K
e
e
g
a
n.
L
ook
I
g
otta
g
e
t b
ac
k.
I
’
ll b
r
ing
the
b
u
g
o
v
e
r
ton
i
g
h
t, p
ar
k it out on the
st
ree
t.
I
t
’
ll b
r
i
n
g
b
a
c
k
m
e
mo
r
i
e
s of
our
y
outh.”

“
Ri
g
ht.”

“T
hink
a
bout the
f
und
r
a
is
e
r
du
r
i
n
g
the
st
r
e
e
t
fa
i
r
.
”

“
I
don
’
t know
w
h
y I
didn
’
t think
a
bout it
m
y
s
e
l
f
.
T
h
a
nks
W
a
l
l
y
.”

“
M
a
y
be
b
e
ca
u
s
e
y
ou h
a
v
e
a
c
r
a
plo
a
d of
stu
f
f
g
oing
on
r
i
g
ht no
w
.
”

“Tr
u
e
.
O
k
a
y
, l
e
t
’
s s
e
e
h
o
w
mu
c
h it
c
osts to
f
ix
the
t
r
u
c
k
f
i
r
st.
I
n the
m
e
a
ntim
e
,
I
w
ouldn
’
t obj
ec
t if
y
ou
wa
nt
e
d to
e
x
t
e
nd
y
o
u
r
g
e
n
e
r
osi
t
y
to
g
e
tti
n
g
me
the
p
ar
ts
a
t
c
o
st.”

“
I
t
’
s a
d
e
a
l.”

“G
ood b
e
c
a
use
it looks like
I
w
on
’
t be
g
oi
n
g
a
n
y
w
h
er
e
unl
e
ss
I
g
o on
f
oo
t
,”
she
g
r
umbl
e
d
a
s she
took the
Coke
out of
his h
a
nds
a
n
d took a
long
d
r
ink.

“
I
’
ll l
e
t
y
ou know
tomo
r
r
ow
w
h
a
t
I
f
ind und
e
r
the
hood.”

“
Su
re
, b
r
e
a
k
m
y
h
e
a
r
t on a
Sund
a
y
. S
a
y
hi to
L
il
l
y
f
or
m
e
.”

Af
t
e
r
h
e
’
d
g
on
e
, she
c
h
e
c
k
e
d the
vit
a
ls on the
s
e
a
ott
e
r
sh
e’
d ni
c
kn
a
m
e
d
J
ac
k b
e
c
a
use
he look
e
d a
little
like
J
ac
k
S
p
arr
o
w
, the
p
i
ra
t
e
,
e
s
p
ec
i
a
l
l
y
w
ith one
e
y
e
a
nd
h
a
l
f
his h
ea
d
c
o
v
ere
d in a
b
a
nd
a
n
a-w
r
a
p of
g
a
u
ze
.