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Show Oh Say Can You See? 34 Our fingertips only pointed at each other as I passed. I tried to make a sail out of the q u i l t . I stood up to catch the wind with i t but couldn't keep my balance. One Donald Duck slipper, followed by the other, followed by me in rosie chenille, sailed through the night toward the dam to get some dam water from the dam man. After i t mushroomed, the cloud started to break apart and dot the sky. I remembered the time I climbed a leafless tree. Instead of watching where I was going, I talked to Rocky, my dog, who jumped and yelped at the bottom. Someone else had broken the twig that raked my cheek, that beaded the slash with red. A necklace of red pearls, almost. Dot dash dot. A design that stared at me in the mirror until i t got better and faded away just like the cloud did. Everybody wants to see the dam. I t ' s famous. One day when I was about ten, another big black car, open and f u l l of important men again, drove through Boulder City. Flags stuck out on both sides of the windshield, rippling. I tried every possible angle to see Ike, running around legs, pushing through to openings but finding none. I was missing everything. Everybody who had closed shop and home for the afternoon was crowding to see Ike too. "Daddy, hold me up so I can see." His dark blue uniformed arms f u l l of baby brother, he pointed to the s i l l , Central Market's picture window. Stacks of returnable glass bottles towered behind the pane and wiggled every time a reflected parade watcher moved. |