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Show Woodworth/241 "Yes." "What color is a stop light?" She thinks a minute. "Yes." "Too easy, huh?" "Yes." "Who's the best fuck in town?" "Oh fuck." "Well, that's better than yes. I guess that one was too easy, too. How about...what goes into a sombrero?" "Yes." "Your favorite drink." "Yes." Rachael grabs her arm. "Quit fucking around, all right? You're starting to act like an air-head." Warty stares. The breeze fluffs the sail into a tiny luff. Come off the wind. Come off just a bit. "Marty listen to me." She turns slowly. (Mustn't take your eyes off the sail, not even for a minute. "Look, I don't know » what your problem is. But your mother is going to be all right. Or not all right. But whatever happens, she did it to herself. So she gets what she wanted. Understand. So forget about her- If you want to worry about someone, worry about Megan and me. Because you are acting real strange, and it's freaking me out. Now, what goes into a sombrero?" Can we make the mark on this tack? If we don't, they'll get ahead of us. They will make it. We might not. Head up. Head up. Stay right with the wind. Megan is crying. "Please be all right. Please be all right." "v^,'rp R-|i r»iffvi-t- Look, Megan and I love you. We'll take |