Dancing Tides (125 page)

B
ut no
w
, she
w
a
t
c
h
e
d P
e
te
s
cra
t
c
h
a
t the
thinning h
a
ir
on his h
ea
d.
H
e
a
l
w
a
y
s
lik
e
d to
g
ive
h
e
r
a
h
ar
d time
a
bo
u
t h
e
r
g
o
-
t
ea
m
e
nthusi
a
sm,
a
nd tod
a
y
wa
s no
e
x
ce
ption.

“
I
’
m
g
one
t
w
o
d
a
y
s
a
nd
miss
a
ll the
f
un, or
ra
th
e
r
Ke
e
g
a
n
’
s id
e
a
of
f
un.
I
s
wea
r
y
ou
g
e
t th
a
t
z
e
st
f
or
this pl
ac
e
just like
Po
r
t
e
r
a
nd M
a
r
y
d
i
d.
T
he
ce
nt
e
r
c
h
a
n
g
e
s d
a
y
to d
a
y
a
nd
y
ou s
ee
m to be
the
on
l
y
o
n
e
th
a
t
c
a
n k
ee
p up
w
ith
a
ll of
it.”

Sin
c
e
th
e
y
we
r
e
a
bout t
h
e
s
a
me
he
i
g
ht, she
d
a
n
g
l
e
d
a
n
ar
m
o
f
f
his should
e
r
.
“Y
ou
a
l
w
a
y
s s
a
y
th
a
t.
A
nd
y
ou know
I’
ve
g
ot g
r
e
a
t p
e
ople
a
r
o
u
nd me
w
ho m
a
ke
it
a
ll
c
o
me
to
g
e
t
h
er
.
Y
ou
’
r
e one
of
thos
e
.”

“
W
h
e
n th
e
y
sh
o
w
up.
T
h
e
y
’
r
e
volunt
e
er
s,
K
e
e
g
a
n
.
Y
ou n
ee
d to
f
ind mo
r
e
g
o
-
g
e
tt
er
s like
A
b
b
y
.”

“
Come
on, P
e
t
e
.
D
on
’
t d
r
a
g
m
e
do
w
n this mo
r
ning.
W
e
h
a
v
e
n
’
t h
a
d a
b
a
b
y
s
e
a
ott
e
r
bo
r
n h
er
e
in mo
r
e
t
h
a
n
f
our
y
e
ar
s. Minni
e’
s time
is
c
los
e
.
A
nd
y
ou sp
e
nd t
e
n m
i
nut
e
s
w
ith S
a
m,
I
g
u
a
ra
nt
e
e
it
’
ll b
r
ing
y
ou
out of
th
a
t mood
y
ou
’
r
e
i
n.
W
a
sn
’
t
B
e
t
t
y
c
oop
e
ra
t
ive
this
wee
k
e
nd
?
”

“
W
om
a
n
wa
nts to
g
e
t m
a
rr
i
e
d.
T
o m
e
!
”

Ke
e
g
a
n
l
a
u
g
h
e
d out
r
i
g
ht.
“T
he
n
e
r
ve
of
some
w
o
m
e
n.
W
h
a
t is she
thinki
n
g
to
wa
nt m
arr
i
a
g
e
fr
om
y
ou
?
”
B
ut P
e
te
wa
s too
f
a
r
g
one
to
s
e
e
the
s
a
r
ca
sm or
humor
in h
e
r
w
o
r
ds.

“
M
y
tho
u
g
hts
e
x
ac
t
l
y
.”

“
So
y
ou h
a
d
a
f
i
g
ht
w
ith
B
e
t
t
y
a
nd
w
a
nt
s
y
m
p
a
t
h
y
fr
om m
e
.
N
op
e
.
N
ot
g
o
n
na
h
a
pp
e
n
.
”
W
h
e
n she
s
a
w
P
e
t
e’
s
g
e
n
ui
n
e
d
ee
r
-
in
-
th
e-
h
ea
dl
i
g
h
ts look, she
so
f
t
e
n
e
d a
littl
e
.
“Y
ou
g
otta
l
ea
v
e
y
o
ur
p
a
st b
e
hind
a
t some
point, P
e
t
e
.
D
o
y
ou
c
ar
e
f
or
B
e
t
t
y
?
”

“
Su
r
e
I
do.
B
ut m
arr
i
a
g
e
,
Ke
e
g
a
n?
T
he
l
a
st tim
e
…I
do
n
’
t
wa
nt to t
a
lk
a
bout
it.
B
e
t
t
y
y
a
p
p
e
d
a
t me
a
ll
l
a
st ni
g
ht
e
no
u
g
h for two people.
J
ust t
e
ll me
w
h
er
e
y
ou
w
a
nt me
to st
ar
t.
I
n
ee
d som
e
thi
n
g
to do.”