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Show 167 Andy's arms encircled Karl, pulled him backward. "Are you crazy?" Andy yelled, his mouth against Karl's ear. "You could get killed standing here. What's the matter with you?" Karl frowned at Andy. If he'd been able to feel anything except the hurt that filled him, he'd have felt anger that Andy had pulled him away from oblivion, back to the remembrance of why he hurt so much, Now answering, he let Andy lead him down to the galley. That evening, Karl washed dishes and scrubbed all the pots and pans while Norris sat and played a harmonica. As Karl wiped off the tables in the dining room, he felt the ship rock as it moved into the harbor. "I'm gonna turn in now," Norris told him. "You can sleep in the galley where you slept this afternoon. Your friend will bunk down in the boiler room, if the stokers let him get any sleep at all. You got the soft job. Andy's gonna work his butt off." "Does the ship always sway this much?" Karl asked, bracing himself against a table to keep his balance. "So you can talk? I was starting to think you couldn't say anything but 'yep' and 'nope'. The lake's a little choppy tonight," Norris said to answer Karl's question, "what sailors call a nasty bit of slop. Nothing the Morgan can't handle, though. By morning we'll be steaming up the channel to Detroit. You and your pal can leave ship after you finish cleaning the galley." When Norris went to bed, Karl lay on the galley floor next to the still-warm ovens, but the ship's motion rolled him from side to side. After two hours, during which the rocking grew much worse, y |
