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Show Fair Forever .89 7 tried rowing your skiff again while you rested,' she said. Her voice sounded tired. 7 can't figure out what I'm doing wrong.' . . . 'Same trouble as before?' , - . - 'Pretty much,' she admitted. 7 can't row in a straight line. I can't get up any speed.' , . . .. 'You're holding your hands wrong,'I explained. ^ She turned her chair and held out her fists like she was holding two oars. 'Show me, " she begged, so I held her hands in my own, and felt my heart flutter in my chest. They were soft and small, smaller than mine. I brought her fists together. 'You 're right handed?' She nodded. ' . " . . ' 'Then you should bring your fists together like this when you row-with your right hand held slightly to the front of your left. That way you can make your strokes even.' I held her fists together and pulled back and pushed forward. Then I let go and watched as Amanda tried it on her own. I caught her hands and held them higher. 'Try holding the oars up when you pull,' I said. That will help drive the oars in the water.' Amanda practiced some more, smiling as she did. 7 think I'm getting the hang of it,' she said, and I agreed. J told her to brace her feet. She pretended to plant her feet and pull hard on the oars. She laughed and grabbed my hands. 'Thanks, Bradley!' she said. 'You and your mom are the best!' When she let go, my hands felt lonely- |
