Dancing Tides (73 page)

N
o one
quite
und
er
stood
just how
mu
c
h th
e
y
’
d
f
ill
e
d so m
a
n
y
voids she
c
o
uldn
’
t
e
v
e
n b
e
g
in to
c
ount o
v
e
r
the
y
ear
s.
A
nd now
t
h
e
y
w
e
r
e
g
on
e
.

W
h
e
n the
wa
sh
e
r
stopp
e
d, she
th
re
w
do
w
n the
s
c
ou
r
ing
p
a
d
a
nd d
e
tou
r
e
d
into the l
a
und
r
y
r
oom.

E
v
e
n thou
g
h Po
r
t
e
r
a
nd
M
a
r
y
h
a
d
r
a
is
e
d a
st
r
o
n
g
,
ind
e
p
e
nd
e
nt
w
om
a
n, she
w
ould
’
ve
e
nj
o
y
e
d sp
e
ndi
n
g
a
n
i
g
ht
like
toni
g
ht boun
c
i
n
g
id
ea
s o
f
f
both of
t
h
e
m ov
e
r
v
e
g
e
t
ar
i
a
n shish k
a
bobs
fr
om the
g
r
ill
a
nd
a
b
eer
.

T
h
e
y
h
a
d
g
iv
e
n h
e
r
a
r
o
c
k-solid
f
ound
a
tion
fr
om the
a
g
e
of
f
ive
on, now
s
h
e
n
ee
d
e
d to use
th
a
t b
a
se
to h
e
r
a
dv
a
nt
a
g
e
. She
didn
’
t
wa
nt to
l
e
t th
e
m do
w
n b
eca
u
s
e
s
he
fe
lt a
c
er
t
a
in
a
mount of
p
re
ssu
r
e
to k
e
e
p the
ce
n
t
e
r
th
r
ivi
n
g
a
nd
su
cce
ss
f
ul in th
e
ir
m
e
m
o
r
y
.

K
no
w
ing
how
t
h
e
y
both h
a
d lov
e
d the
to
w
n, lov
e
d the
c
ommuni
t
y
a
tmos
p
h
ere
, she
fe
lt like
she
n
ee
d
e
d to
g
ive
s
om
e
thing
b
a
c
k. She
wa
n
t
e
d nothing
mo
r
e
a
t the
m
om
e
nt th
a
n to m
a
ke su
r
e
th
er
e
wa
s still a
re
s
c
ue
ce
nt
e
r
ar
ound
f
or
y
e
a
r
s to
c
om
e
.
T
o m
a
ke
th
a
t
a
rea
li
t
y
, sh
e’
d
b
ee
n ki
c
king
a
r
ound a
f
e
w
id
e
a
s
f
or
w
ee
ks no
w
.

A
nd
W
a
l
l
y
wa
s
r
i
g
ht. S
h
e
nee
d
e
d to t
a
ke
a
d
v
a
nt
a
g
e
o
f
the
up
c
omi
n
g
st
r
e
e
t
fa
ir
an
d
h
a
ve
a
n op
e
n hous
e
, t
a
k
e
a
dv
a
nt
a
ge
of
a
ll the
tou
r
ists in to
w
n. M
a
y
b
e
if
she
c
ould
g
e
t
n
e
w
p
e
ople
to tour
the
c
ompound, th
e
y
’
d s
e
e
the
w
o
r
k t
h
a
t
we
nt
on th
er
e
a
nd o
p
e
n th
e
ir
w
a
ll
e
ts.

W
h
e
n the
doo
r
b
e
ll
ra
n
g
,
she
g
e
nt
l
y
d
r
opp
e
d the
l
i
d on the
wa
sh
er
, hip
p
e
d the
door
to the d
r
y
e
r
c
los
e
d
a
nd j
o
g
g
e
d
do
w
n the
h
a
ll to
a
ns
we
r
t
he
doo
r
.

“H
e
y
,
g
i
r
l,
w
h
ere’
s
y
o
u
r
t
r
u
c
k
?
”
S
e
v
e
n
t
y
-
t
w
o
-
y
e
a
r
-
old P
e
te
A
ld
e
n
a
sk
e
d
a
s
he
stood on the
po
rc
h holding a
c
a
n
o
f
Coke
he
wa
s
n
e
v
e
r
w
ithout.
T
he
m
a
n h
a
d b
e
e
n
h
e
r
g
ra
n
d
fa
th
e
r’
s old
e
st
a
nd d
ea
r
e
st
fr
i
e
nd.
H
e
wa
s mo
r
e
like
h
e
r
g
o
d
fa
th
er
,
a
p
er
son
w
ho
h
a
d h
e
lp
e
d t
e
a
c
h h
e
r
the ins
a
nd outs of
bo
a
tin
g
,
a
nd on mo
r
e
th
a
n one
o
cc
a
sion ov
e
r
the
p
a
st
f
i
f
t
e
e
n months, h
a
d t
r
i
e
d to t
eac
h h
e
r
how
to
a
c
ce
pt,
f
i
r
st the
loss of
Po
r
t
er
,
a
n
d th
e
n M
a
r
y
.