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Show Fair Forever. 61 I didn 'twait. I went into the bathroom to comb my hair. Amanda's hairbrush was resting on the sink. I picked it up.. It smelted like, berries. She startled me when she came back. 'Are you ready?' she asked. She took stock of my hair and tried to push my cowlick into place. . . . It sprang back. It won't stay put,'I explained. . . She said, T can cut it if you want. I'm good with hair.' . I pause. The old man's head is nodding, bobbing up and down with the rhythm of the waves. I think he's asleep. He surprises me when he speaks. "Did the girl cut your hair then?" ' ' v • I shake my head. "She did later, but not then." "What about wheelchair tricks?" , . . "Those were later, too," I say. , "And rowing?" * "Still later." - , « * " . . > • . . The man smoothes his carving and smiles. "Seems to me you have a lot of story 'left." : "... V '- .> ' • '• • • ' ' ' "I do,",i agree. . . ' ' ' • ;\*.' ;"" . ". 1 , We never got around to practicing wheelchair tricks. Not right off Instead, we sat on the porch and ate lunch and watched the lighthouse blink. Amanda asked if I had ever visited the lighthouse. I told her I had once when I was little. |