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"
Who
?
"
said
Boo
Boo
.
"
Daddy
.
"
Still
in
a
squatting
position
,
Boo
Boo
put
her
left
hand
through
the
V
of
her
legs
,
touching
the
pier
boards
in
order
to
keep
her
balance
.
"
Your
daddy
’
s
a
nice
fella
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
he
’
s
probably
the
biggest
landlubber
I
know
.
It
’
s
perfectly
true
that
when
I
’
m
in
port
I
’
m
a
lady
-
that
’
s
true
.
But
my
true
calling
is
first
,
last
,
and
always
the
bounding
-
"
"
You
aren
’
t
an
admiral
,
"
Lionel
said
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
"
You
aren
’
t
an
admiral
.
You
’
re
a
lady
all
the
time
.
"
There
was
a
short
silence
.
Lionel
filled
it
by
changing
the
course
of
his
craft
again
-
his
hold
on
the
tiller
was
a
two
-
armed
one
.
He
was
wearing
khaki
-
colored
shorts
and
a
clean
,
white
T
-
shirt
with
a
dye
picture
,
across
the
chest
,
of
Jerome
the
Ostrich
playing
the
violin
.
He
was
quite
tanned
,
and
his
hair
,
which
was
almost
exactly
like
his
mother
’
s
in
color
and
quality
,
was
a
little
sun
-
bleached
on
top
.
"
Many
people
think
I
’
m
not
an
admiral
,
"
Boo
Boo
said
,
watching
him
.
"
Just
because
I
don
’
t
shoot
my
mouth
off
about
it
.
"
Keeping
her
balance
,
she
took
a
cigarette
and
matches
out
of
the
side
pocket
of
her
jeans
.
"
I
’
m
almost
never
tempted
to
discuss
my
rank
with
people
.
Especially
with
little
boys
who
don
’
t
even
look
at
me
when
I
talk
to
them
.
I
’
d
be
drummed
out
of
the
bloomin
’
service
.
"
Without
lighting
her
cigarette
,
she
suddenly
got
to
her
feet
,
stood
unreasonably
erect
,
made
an
oval
out
of
the
thumb
and
index
finger
of
her
right
hand
,
drew
the
oval
to
her
mouth
,
and
-
kazoo
style
-
sounded
something
like
a
bugle
call
.
Lionel
instantly
looked
up
.
In
all
probability
,
he
was
aware
that
the
call
was
bogus
,
but
nonetheless
he
seemed
deeply
aroused
;
his
mouth
fell
open
.
Boo
Boo
sounded
the
call
-
a
peculiar
amalgamation
of
"
Taps
"
and
"
Reveille
"
-
three
times
,
without
any
pauses
.
Then
,
ceremoniously
,
she
saluted
the
opposite
shoreline
.
When
she
finally
reassumed
her
squat
on
the
pier
edge
,
she
seemed
to
do
so
with
maximum
regret
,
as
if
she
had
just
been
profoundly
moved
by
one
of
the
virtues
of
naval
tradition
closed
to
the
public
and
small
boys
.
She
gazed
out
at
the
petty
horizon
of
the
lake
for
a
moment
,
then
seemed
to
remember
that
she
was
not
absolutely
alone
.
She
glanced
-
venerably
-
down
at
Lionel
,
whose
mouth
was
still
open
.
"
That
was
a
secret
bugle
call
that
only
admirals
are
allowed
to
hear
.
"
She
lit
her
cigarette
,
and
blew
out
the
match
with
a
theatrically
thin
,
long
stream
of
smoke
.
"
If
anybody
knew
I
let
you
hear
that
call
-
"
She
shook
her
head
.
She
again
fixed
the
sextant
of
her
eye
on
the
horizon
.
