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Show Fair Forever, 91 After a while, I got up my nerve, 'Are you running away from home?' I asked. ' Is that why you want to go to Florida?' 7 , • - • - ' You can't run away,' she answered simply. "I 've tried that before,' That night, we were all sitting on the catwalk, Amanda, Mom arid me, when I announced that Amanda was planning, for sure, to stay past Sunday. 'Her mom won't be able to come this weekend,' I explained. My voice was quiet. Mom thought for a minute, weighing her response. I could tell she was troubled. 7 was looking forward to meeting her,' is all she said. Night had fallen and Beacon 9 was winking at the lighthouse. Amanda took a , deep breath. 'You 're lucky Mrs. Gifford. You and Bradley are so lucky. This is a wonderful place, here on the water, comfortable and safe.' 'I'm glad you could come,' Mom replied. Then, like she understood everything, she reached an arm around Amanda's shoulder, saying, 'I'm sorry to hear that your mom can't come, Amanda, but you 're welcome to stay as long as you 'd like.' I grinned and reminded her, 'You need to practice rowing.' 'Bradley gave me some pointers,' she explained, looking back at the night. 'I'm dreaming,' she sighed. 'It's so wonderful here. I know I'm going to wake up and discover this place is just a dream.' She leaned over and gave Mom a hug. And so it was settled. Amanda promised to practice rowing and I promised to practice with the wheelchair. . ••'•-, Mom brought out a blanket and laid it, over my shoulders. She brought out, another for Amanda, then left us alone. We sat warm in our blankets, side by side in our |
