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Show Fair Forever 123 "Are you in good shape?" "I've been practicing. I've been rowing every day . . . and riding my bike." I touch my scar. "My skiff is light on the water," I add. I try to stand taller. Mr. Goldman loses his smile. "Tricky currents near the light. Dangerous surf." He pauses. "Are you sure there isn't some rule against rowboats in that area?" I cringe at the thought. "I haven't heard of any." He takes off his cap and scratches his head. "You'll want to time the tides. Row out with the ebb and back with the flood. And alert the coastguard." He opens his cab and climbs in. "What does your mom think of the idea?" "I still have some convincing to do," I grumble. "Moms are like that." He starts his truck and takes stock of the day. "Weather will be changing soon. Is this some new thing kids are doing-rowing out to the lighthouse? All your friends doing it, too?" I shake my head. "No. I'll be the first... sort of." |
