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Show Fair Forever. 104 She looked at me like I was crazy, but then she lifted the oars and leaned forward. She started to sing, her voice high and clear, dipping the oars and pulling back. Fair - Forever shot forward'and Amanda whooped and cheered. It was great. 'You're a pro!' I called out- ' / "She was a pro!" the old man remembers. "She rowed like an old salt." "Well, not at first," I explain. : • At first, she had to ask me how to turn. I told her to push one oar up so it would be out of the water while she pulled with the other. She fumbled with that for a minute, but she kept singing, and soon she was turning the skiff right and left like an expert. Afterwards, she rowed back in an even glide, forgetting to stop. She rammed the dock, grinning like a kid. I gave her a round of applause. ,7 did it!' she beamed. She spun the skiff around and pointed it toward the channel. Where should I go?" she asked * 'Out to Beacon 9,' I said. 'Out to meet your turtle.' Amanda looked over her shoulder. Looking worried, she said, 'That's pretty far for my first try.', . . ; , . . ; , ; 'Go out halfway and see how you feel,' I suggested. 'Ifyou 're tired come back:' She broke, into afresh grin. 'You 're right! We all have to find our own way: . . sooner or later. 'She dipped in the oars and started to sing. She rowed and sang and Fair Forever raced toward the channel. I kept waiting for her to stop but her song rang on and on. She got smaller and smaller, her song fading. At last, when the song was no |