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Show Fair Forever,, . , , , ! 7 „ 102 I look up at Beacon 9, flashing the same as always. I remember what Mom said about the old man getting confused. Suddenly my stomach knots. "I'm Bradley, Mr. Callister-of the Amazing Bladder. And my boat's name is Fair Forever. Remember? You aren't lost. You're right here at Beacon 9." I point , . He looks up: His eyes are still blank. : "Your house is just over there on shore. You live with your daughter now." And suddenly, his eyes clear and his shoulders relax, like someone's removed a veil from his face. He leans back on his outboard, and I' watch as color flows into his cheeks. He stares up at Beacon 9 and smiles. "Good day for rowing," he says, pointing to my oars. "You row strong. Like an old salt." , ' " ' " ' " Y- ' ' * . ^ -' I feel the knot in my stomach begin to loosen. "Like Amanda?" I'm wondering if he's fully aware now, back to normal. . ,, \ He nods. Remembers. ' -'„ ' I relax. !; ' "I've decided to stay in school for sure," I announce. - He gives me a thumbs-up. "Good place to make friends,"he says, pulling out his knife. A minute later he's carving on driftwood.. , ,' - . . .. "Do you remember about Amanda?" I ask. ,. : ; Wc'ourse/V' , - ., ;;\-7-'"•--• :' •<'•., *; ; \ -' '"Y"' ; ' ''":'YY-Y.Y . "What about her meeting the Great Turtle?" r ••-.:'. - . "She met a Great Turtle!" he says, carving. |
