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Show Fair Forever 138 Amanda sang quietly as she thought. 'Sleepy time. Sleepy time. The baby will sleep. Sleepy time. Sleepy time. The baby sleeps soon.' She paused. 'Then it says something about a white hen in the barn. I can't explain it word for word.' She tried singing the song in English. 'It's better in French,' I said. Amanda nodded. 'Does Cornelius know he has a tag on his flipper?' I asked. 'Can he see that he was tagged in Florida?' Amanda answered, No. The tag is on his hind flipper. But I don't see why it matters. If Cornelius wants to go to France, he ought to go to France.' Amanda was quiet, thoughtful. Then she declared, 'I think I'll row to the lighthouse tomorrow.' My throat caught. 'That's too far!' I insisted. 'You should practice your rowing first. The currents are tricky. And the breakwater is huge! What if a storm came up?' My stomach cinched into a tight knot. I looked toward the lighthouse and tried to calm, my voice. 'In the dark, the light seems close, like you can reach out and touch it with your finger. But it's miles away.' Amanda didn't respond. She hummed the French lullaby. A cricket joined in. 7 'm sorry,' I said. 7 sounded like a parent.' 'It's nice of you to worry, Bradley,' she said. "It's good when someone really cares.' She reached over and squeezed my hand. 'Maybe I '11 row to Florida instead. I stop talking. The rest of the story is too long. Too hard. |
