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Show Fair Forever . ,95 Chapter Seventeen France I don't turn and row home-not right off-even though I know I'll be taking a chance, rowing home without lights. I'll be a danger to other boats as well as to myself. Still, for the longest time, I stare at the lighthouse, counting revolutions as dusk turns to near-night. I wonder how many times it will flash if I row all the way. One hundred? Five hundred? A thousand?" I run my fingers across the calluses in my palms, then I call to the sea, "Cornelius, do you remember the day you stayed in the channel with Amanda? It was the same day I taught her to row. She rowed to the channel on her first try, waving her oar like a flag. Can you remember? She rowed here to Beacon 9 and waved her oar like a flag." I stare up at the beacon. The red light flashes on its top. |
