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Show Fair Forever ' 101 Chapter Nineteen Rowing Lessons "So, what are you carving today?" I ask the old man as I toss out my anchor.. Mr. Callister stares. His face is blank. His eyes are darting from his boat to the shore. He ignores my question. "Boy, am I ever glad to see someone," he pants. He's breathing hard, like he's frightened. "Finally," he adds. "Finally?".. .-••". J,: "Yes sir." He tugs at the collar of his shirt, stretching his neck self-consciously. "It's embarrassing to admit alright, but I've been waiting out here, hoping someone would come along and tell me how to get back home." He cups his hand over his eyes, shading them from the sun. "I must have drifted farther than I planned: Don't recognize a thing." . . ., !. . . . . - , |