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Show Fair Forever . 94 tried to fall back, asleep. I rolled over, away from the crying, but I couldn 't sleep that way either. I saw-my, conch shell sitting on my desk. . . « , , . , ' • / . ,, Suddenly I realized everything was changing. Mom was asking for permission. My ears were peeking out from a new hair cut. And I was talking like a grownup about life and new beginnings. I wondered how a new heart would feel. Would it feel wrong? Would it feel like my jaw when the dentist gave me a shot-numb and foreign and ? unfamiliar? ' - . ' , .' J couldn't imagine- I see lights shining on shore, coming from windows and porches. It's growing dark, I realize, so I stop talking. The man puts away his knife and we stare at the lighthouse, waiting for its flash. "It's not going anywhere," he says, nodding at the light. "It'll be there torhorrow." ' ' ' I don't respond. I glance at my house, my dark windows. Mom must not be back. "I've decided to stay in school," I announce of a sudden. I begin pulling up my anchor. v , ...... 7 . The man nods like he knew it all along. , . . I'm glad he seems back to normal, not lost anymore like a little kid. "See you tomorrow?" he asks, leaning back to pull the starter. * ^ "Tomorrow," I echo. |