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Show Fair Forever - 31 Chapter Six The Lighthouse After dinner, I sit on my catwalk and pretend to do homework, but I don't make much of an effort. Except for algebra, everything is busy-work, homework for the sake of assigning homework. I hate it. Finally I give up and study the water, the sky, the clouds. A few boats float the bay, but none belong to the old man. I look north, following the ridge of sand and rocks that curl to form the bay. At its tip, the lighthouse blinks. . .7 _ / \ • , , I think back on the summer I visited the lighthouse with my parents, riding in the car to within a mile of the light, then carried the rest of the way on Dad's back while Mom waited in the car. I remember circling the tower and peeking in the keeper's,house, |