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Show Fair Forever • > ' 86 Chapter Sixteen Rowing Lessons I take a break from the story and look at the old man. He's content, holding his , carving, studying it closely. He catches my eye and tosses it to me across the water. He's carved a tiny boat, floating on a gnarled, driftwood sea. "Fair Forever?" I ask. , , , He nods and smiles. . ; . . ^ "It's amazing. You should keep it yourself. Or give it to your daughter." Trest the carving on my palm and hold it at arm's length. He harrumphs. "My daughter's got no use for a boat, even a carved one. Anyway, I carved if for you. You can look at it this winter when the winds are blowing and the seas are angry-when we're both stuck inside-wishing we were here by Beacon |