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Show Fair Forever 131 count my mom. I pick up my conch and step out to the catwalk. A soft breeze blows from the south. No jacket needed tonight. No blanket. It's warm as a mid-summer's evening. I touch my scar and listen to my conch. I hear whispers. I'm ready, I decide, but my stomach isn't sure. I've been waiting long enough, I know. I'm out of excuses. I pick up my cell phone and dial Katie's number. Her phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Then it skips to her phone message. I should leave a message, I know, but I hang up, thinking I'll try again. The lighthouse flares arid Fair Forever floats at my dock. The bay is glowing warm and golden in the setting sun. I place my conch against my ear and listen. I hear more whispers. I hear Amanda singing soft and distant, rowing to Beacon 9. Rowing to the lighthouse. |