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Show Fair Forever 13 the water. I catch it with both hands. It's a tiny sea turtle, emerging from a base of weathered driftwood like a hatchling crawling from its clutch. A marvel. I examine it closely, turning it in the light, until reluctantly I raise my arm to toss it back. As I do, the old guy holds up both hands, indicating I shouldn't. "The carving is a gift," he says. "For telling me about Amanda." My face flushes, knowing as he does, that I hadn't told anything. "There's lots to tell," I say. "More than you know." The man turns and starts his outboard. "Glad to hear it," he says. "I'll come back." He pauses, calls out, "When does school start, anyway?" "Tomorrow." "What J figured." He nods toward the lighthouse. "It's not going anywhere," he adds. "It'll be there tomorrow." He opens the throttle on his outboard and speeds away. |
