Dancing Tides (89 page)

“
I
s th
a
t
w
h
e
n
y
ou
g
ot the
t
a
ttoo
s
?
”

H
e
g
l
a
n
c
e
d do
w
n
a
t his
a
r
ms
c
ov
ere
d
b
y
t
h
e
sl
ee
v
e
s of
his j
ac
k
e
t.
“
H
o
w’
d
y
o
u kno
w
—?
A
h,
y
ou
s
a
w
th
e
m l
a
st ni
g
ht.
N
o, the
t
a
ttoos
c
a
me
mu
c
h l
a
t
er
—
a
f
t
er
.”

“
I
didn
’
t m
ea
n to int
e
r
r
u
pt.
G
o on.”

“
I
g
ot
m
y
GE
D
c
o
u
r
t
e
s
y
of
the
milit
a
r
y
tho
u
g
h, s
e
r
v
e
d six
y
ear
s
b
ef
o
r
e
c
o
ming
b
ac
k to S
a
n
D
i
e
g
o.
I
t
wa
sn
’
t unt
i
l th
e
n
I
g
ot into a
c
omm
u
ni
t
y
c
oll
e
g
e
, studi
e
d the
b
a
si
c
s
f
or
a
c
ouple
more.
I
join
e
d the
C
a
li
f
o
r
nia
G
u
ar
d
f
or
some
e
x
t
r
a
ca
sh,
a
nd t
h
e
n, lo
a
nd
b
e
hold,
I
ra
q h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
.
”

“
W
h
a
t
wa
s it lik
e
,
I
ra
q
?
”

“
M
e
s
s
y
.”

“D
o
y
ou
f
e
e
l s
a
d or
w
e
i
r
d no
w
?
”

“O
n
l
y
w
h
e
n
y
ou don
’
t
w
a
t
c
h the
r
o
a
d
.
”

She
sno
r
t
e
d out a
l
a
u
g
h.
“
I
’
m a
v
e
r
y
g
ood d
r
iv
e
r
.”

“
So
y
ou k
e
e
p s
a
y
i
n
g
.”

“
W
h
a
t
I
m
e
a
nt
wa
s how
c
ome
y
ou
fe
lt so s
a
d
a
nd
we
i
r
d l
a
st ni
g
ht
w
h
e
n
y
o
u—did th
a
t
?
A
nd now
y
ou do
n
’
t?
I
t
w
a
s a
sho
r
t t
we
n
t
y
-
f
our
h
o
u
r
s
ear
li
e
r
.”

“
I
f
e
e
l s
a
d
w
h
e
n
I
d
r
ink
s
o m
a
y
b
e
I
’
ll t
r
y
to
f
ind a
w
a
y
not to.”

“D
o
y
ou think
y
ou
ca
n
?
”

“
P
e
ople
k
ee
p
a
sking
m
e
th
a
t.
A
ll
I
ca
n do is
g
ive
it
m
y
b
e
st shot.”

“
I
f
y
ou st
ar
t
f
ee
li
n
g
,
y
ou
kno
w
,
we
i
r
d or
s
a
d,
y
ou
c
ould
a
l
w
a
y
s
g
ive
me
a
c
a
ll.
W
e
c
ould t
a
lk.”

De
spite
the
f
a
c
t she
wa
s
d
r
ivin
g
, th
e
ir
e
y
e
s m
e
t,
a
l
b
e
it b
r
i
ef
l
y
.
B
ut Co
r
d th
o
u
g
ht he
s
a
w
a
w
o
r
ld of
c
omp
a
ssion in th
a
t
f
l
ee
ti
n
g
mom
e
nt.
“
M
y
f
i
r
st
A
A
m
ee
ti
n
g
is tomo
rr
o
w
.
Ha
v
e
dinn
e
r
w
ith me
af
t
er
,
c
h
a
n
c
e
s
a
r
e
I
’
ll n
ee
d to unlo
a
d on
s
om
e
one
af
t
e
r
b
ar
i
n
g
m
y
s
oul to a
bun
c
h of st
ra
ng
er
s.”

“
R
ea
l
l
y
?
W
h
y
m
e
?
”

H
e
l
a
u
g
h
e
d.
“
Mi
g
ht
a
s
w
e
ll be
y
ou
a
s
a
n
y
one
e
ls
e
,
a
nd b
e
sid
e
s,
y
ou
’
r
e
g
o
r
g
e
ous.”
H
e l
ea
n
e
d ov
e
r
the
d
o
g
a
nd
r
a
n his h
a
nds th
r
o
u
g
h a
fe
w
st
ra
nds of
h
a
i
r
.
“T
his is not out of
a
bottl
e
, is i
t
?
”