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"
Sandra
’
s
busy
,
"
Boo
Boo
said
.
"
Anyway
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
talk
to
Sandra
,
I
want
to
talk
to
you
.
I
wanna
come
down
in
your
boat
and
talk
to
you
.
"
"
You
can
talk
from
there
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
You
can
talk
from
there
.
"
No
,
I
can
’
t
.
It
’
s
too
big
a
distance
.
I
have
to
get
up
close
.
"
Lionel
swung
the
tiller
.
"
Nobody
can
come
in
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
"
"
Nobody
can
come
in
.
"
"
Well
,
will
you
tell
toe
from
there
why
you
’
re
running
away
?
"
Boo
Boo
asked
.
"
After
you
promised
me
you
were
all
through
?
"
A
pair
of
underwater
goggles
lay
on
the
deck
of
the
dinghy
,
near
the
stern
seat
.
For
answer
,
Lionel
secured
the
headstrap
of
the
goggles
between
the
big
and
second
toes
of
his
right
foot
,
and
,
with
a
deft
,
brief
,
leg
action
,
flipped
the
goggles
overboard
.
They
sank
at
once
.
"
That
’
s
nice
.
That
’
s
constructive
,
"
said
Boo
Boo
.
"
Those
belong
to
your
Uncle
Webb
.
Oh
,
he
’
ll
be
so
delighted
.
"
She
dragged
on
her
cigarette
.
"
They
once
belonged
to
your
Uncle
Seymour
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
