Dancing Tides (76 page)

“
I
t
’
s p
re
t
t
y
s
e
r
ious.
He’
ll
p
r
ob
a
b
l
y
n
e
v
e
r
be
the
s
a
me
a
g
a
in.”

“N
o, p
r
ob
a
b
l
y
not.
I
’
ll
g
o
out,
re
po
r
t b
ac
k.
F
ind o
u
t how
b
a
d the
situ
a
tion is.”

“Y
ou
c
ould st
a
y
f
o
r
dinn
er
.
I
’
m too ti
re
d to
c
ook.
B
ut
I
c
ould nuke
som
e
th
i
ng
in the mi
cr
o
wa
v
e
.
I
’
ve
g
ot
f
r
o
z
e
n v
e
g
g
ie
pi
zz
a
s, the
g
o
o
d kind Mu
r
p
h
y
sto
c
ks.”

K
no
w
ing
K
e
e
g
a
n
wa
s
a
st
r
i
c
t
vege
t
ar
i
a
n
h
e
kn
e
w
th
er
e
w
a
s no
c
h
a
n
c
e
in h
e
ll of
g
e
tti
n
g one
w
ith m
ea
t, but inst
e
a
d of
g
ivi
n
g
h
e
r
a
h
a
r
d time
a
bout it, he
simp
l
y
a
s
k
e
d,
“T
he
one
w
ith the thi
c
k
cr
ust
?
”

“Ye
p.
A
nd
f
our
c
h
ee
s
e
s,
too.”

“Te
mptin
g
, but unlike
y
o
u,
I
’
ve
g
ot me
a
d
a
te
w
i
t
h
B
e
t
t
y
B
r
ink
er
.
A
nd
B
e
tt
y
p
r
omis
e
d me
hom
e
m
a
de
a
pp
l
e
pie
f
or
d
e
ss
e
r
t.”
H
e
w
ig
g
l
e
d
his
e
y
e
b
r
o
w
s up
a
nd d
o
w
n.

Ke
e
g
a
n bum
p
e
d his should
e
r
a
nd sni
c
k
e
re
d.
B
e
t
t
y
B
r
ink
e
r
h
a
d to be
a
g
ood
t
we
lve
y
e
a
r
s
y
o
u
n
g
e
r
th
a
n P
e
t
e
.
“
I
s th
a
t
w
h
a
t
y
our
g
e
n
era
tion
c
a
lls i
t
?
”

“A
t l
ea
st
m
y
g
e
n
e
ra
tion is
g
e
tti
n
g
some
d
e
ss
e
r
t
ac
t
ion,”
P
e
te
point
e
d out
a
s he
tu
r
n
e
d to l
ea
v
e.

“O
k
a
y
,
y
ou
’
v
e
g
ot a
poi
n
t,”
she
c
on
c
e
d
e
d
a
s s
h
e
w
a
lk
e
d him to the
doo
r
.
“
But
m
y
li
f
e
is too
c
ompli
ca
t
e
d
r
i
g
ht now
f
or
a
re
l
a
tionship.”

B
ef
o
r
e
pulling
o
p
e
n the
d
oor
he
a
sk
e
d,
“Y
ou n
e
v
e
r
a
ns
we
r
e
d
m
y
q
u
e
stion.
W
h
e
n is the l
a
st time
y
ou h
a
d a
r
e
al
d
a
t
e
?
I
’
m not t
a
lking
a
bo
u
t the
g
u
y
y
ou
w
e
nt to s
c
hool
w
ith th
a
t
y
ou
acc
id
e
n
t
a
l
l
y
bump
e
d into
in S
a
n S
e
b
a
sti
a
n
a
nd sp
e
nt
a
n hour
w
ith him—
ca
t
c
hing
up—
d
r
inking
c
o
ff
e
e
.”
H
e
m
a
de
a
f
a
ce.

“
So
I
’
m h
a
vi
n
g
a
d
r
y
s
p
e
ll.”

“Ke
e
g
a
n, th
e
r
e
h
a
sn
’
t b
e
e
n a
d
r
y
sp
e
ll on
r
ec
o
r
d l
i
ke
y
o
u
r
s sin
c
e
the
1930s.
T
h
e
y
ca
ll
e
d it the
D
ust
B
o
w
l.”

Ke
e
g
a
n p
l
a
y
f
ul
l
y
t
a
pp
e
d
him on the
ar
m.
“Y
ou m
e
a
n sin
c
e
y
ou
w
er
e
ar
ound
b
ac
k th
e
n to p
er
son
a
l
l
y
t
a
ke
not
e
s
?
”

H
e
took h
e
r
c
hin in his h
a
nd
a
nd s
a
id,
“
M
y
to
u
g
h
g
i
r
l isn
’
t so tou
g
h.
Kee
p
up th
a
t s
arca
sm
a
nd
y
o
u mi
g
ht
c
onvin
c
e
me
th
a
t v
e
n
ee
r
is
w
h
a
t
’
s holding
y
ou up
w
h
e
n it should be som
e
one
sh
ar
i
n
g
y
our
li
f
e
.
J
ust don
’
t sink too
fa
r
i
nto d
e
p
re
ssion
y
ou
ca
n
’
t pull out. Po
r
t
e
r
a
nd M
a
r
y
wa
nt
e
d m
o
r
e
f
o
r
th
e
ir
g
i
r
l th
a
n th
a
t.
G
ot i
t
?
”