Dancing Tides (74 page)

P
e
te
h
a
d b
ee
n t
h
e
one
s
h
e’
d l
ea
n
e
d on
a
t the
c
e
m
e
t
e
r
y
—not o
n
ce
—but t
w
i
c
e
.
“
W
h
a
t, no h
e
ll
o
?
”

“Yea
h, s
u
re
.
W
h
a
t
’
s
W
a
l
l
y
’
s
V
W
doing
p
ar
k
e
d h
e
re
?
”
H
e
push
e
d p
a
st h
e
r
i
nto the
hous
e
.

“O
n lo
a
n. Mine
bl
e
w
a
h
ea
d
g
a
sk
e
t,
e
n
g
in
e’
s to
a
s
t
.”

P
e
te
shook his h
ea
d.
“
Ha
te
to h
ea
r
th
a
t, but…
W
a
lly
did
w
a
r
n
y
ou.
A
n
y
w
a
y
,
I
h
a
d to l
e
t
y
o
u know
th
a
t if
I
h
e
lp
o
ut h
er
e
in the
mo
r
ni
n
g
,
I
g
otta
t
a
k
e
o
f
f
b
y
th
r
ee
.”

“Y
ou know
y
ou don
’
t p
u
n
c
h a
c
lo
c
k
h
ere
, P
e
t
e
,”
Ke
e
g
a
n
s
a
id
a
s she
f
oll
o
we
d him into the
kit
c
h
e
n,
w
h
e
r
e
she
w
a
t
che
d
a
s
h
e
ca
lm
l
y
m
a
d
e
hims
e
lf
a
t home
b
y
g
o
i
ng
st
ra
i
g
ht to the
fr
idge
a
nd pulli
n
g
out a
r
e
pl
ace
m
e
nt
ca
n
of
Co
k
e.

She
l
ea
n
e
d b
a
c
k on the
c
ount
e
r
to pu
r
pos
e
l
y
st
ar
e
a
t the
g
u
y
d
re
ss
e
d in a
p
a
ir
of
li
g
ht blue
Hawa
ii
a
n-
f
l
o
we
r
e
d sho
r
t
s
a
nd
a
n
e
qu
a
l
l
y
b
r
i
g
ht
y
e
llo
w-f
lo
we
r
e
d shi
r
t.
H
is
wea
th
e
r
e
d
f
ace,
t
a
nn
e
d
fr
om
y
e
ar
s of
s
o
a
king
in sun on the
wa
t
e
r
,
told h
e
r
som
e
thing
w
a
s up.
“
W
h
y
th
r
e
e
?
”

“T
h
a
t kid
y
ou pull
e
d out
of
the
wa
t
e
r
l
a
st ni
g
ht n
e
e
ds hims
e
lf
a
sponso
r
.
I
’
m it.
I
g
otta m
a
ke
su
r
e
I
’
m
a
t the
c
h
u
rc
h tomo
rr
ow
on tim
e
,
n
o d
r
a
g
g
i
n
g
in t
we
n
t
y
mi
n
ut
e
s l
a
t
e
.”

“
I
g
u
e
ss he
didn
’
t st
a
y
in
j
a
il lon
g
.”

“N
op
e
. S
e
nt
y
ou
f
lo
w
er
s.
I
t
’
s
a
ll ov
e
r
to
w
n.
T
h
e
m
the
bud
s
?
”
H
e
point
e
d to the
pu
r
ple blossoms sh
e’
d p
r
omin
e
nt
l
y
displ
a
y
e
d on the
kit
c
h
e
n t
a
bl
e
.
“N
i
c
e
g
e
stu
r
e
.
Consid
er
in
g
.”

“
Consid
er
ing
w
h
a
t?
Y
ou
rea
l
l
y
think
y
o
u
’
ll m
a
ke
a
di
ffe
r
e
n
c
e
to him.
H
e
s
ee
ms p
re
t
t
y
f
a
r
g
one
to m
e
.
”

“
So
wa
s
I
—on
c
e
.
Tr
uth
be
told mo
r
e
th
a
n on
ce
.
T
ook s
e
v
era
l tim
e
s
a
s
a
m
a
tt
e
r
of
f
a
c
t
f
or me
to
f
in
a
l
l
y
st
ra
i
g
ht
e
n
o
ut
m
y
li
fe
.
J
ud
g
e
s
a
y
s
h
e
’
s
w
illing
to t
r
y
A
A
a
nd
go s
e
e
a
sh
r
ink.
I
’
m t
a
king
a
r
ide
out to t
a
lk to him no
w
.”

“
R
ea
l
l
y
?
”