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Show Fair Forever , 47 "How about neither." , I don't turn around to see her reaction. , . She changes the subject. "Who were you talking to, out in the channel?", "Some old guy. I think he lives nearby." , "Mr. Callister?" My toast pops up and I open the cupboard for peanut butter. "I guess. Funny, I haven't ever asked him his name. He's kind of a strange old guy. Nice, though. Not many teeth." , Mom turns the paper, reads a new page. "Does he seem okay?" "Okay?" "Yeah. Does he seem to know what he's doing? I understand he gets confused sometimes." , *, "Who says?" "His daughter says. They live a couple of houses down shore. She moved him in with her after his wife died." I take a bite of my toast and open the fridge. I need some milk.. "He seems okay, I guess. For an old guy. I told him I was going to row to the lighthouse." Mom drops the newspaper and scowls. "You aren't going to row to the , lighthouse!" , I chuckle and she relaxes. "Have you given anymore thought to your birthday party?" she asks. . I turn arid rinse out my glass. I'm trying to ignore the question. Mom's been pushing me to host a birthday party since I came home from the hospital. But I don't |