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Show Fair Forever . 67 Chapter Twelve '- * * Things Change . After dinner I head to my dock, thinking I might row back to the channel, but the wind and the rough seas change my plans. I pull Fair Forever high on the shore and sit inside, leaning, as it rests on its keel. Looking toward the lighthouse, I wait for the flash, and when it comes, it's so far away I sigh. Shadows grow as I sit. They remind me again that daylight is shrinking, as is the season of rowing. „ I walk back to the house, into the kitchen, leaving a trail of dry footprints across Mom's freshly mopped floor. She leans on the mop handle and scowls. She wouldn't have scowled in April. In April, she would have smiled and asked if I was feeling better. To walk, all the way from the dockland saunter into the kitchen would have been a feat of joy, an acconiplishment to praise. She would have put the mop aside, pulled out a chair , |
