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"
I
see
that
.
I
see
you
don
’
t
,
"
Boo
Boo
said
.
Her
cigarette
was
angled
peculiarly
between
her
fingers
;
it
burned
dangerously
close
to
one
of
her
knuckle
grooves
.
Suddenly
feeling
the
heat
,
she
let
the
cigarette
drop
to
the
surface
of
the
lake
.
Then
she
took
out
something
from
one
of
her
side
pockets
.
It
was
a
package
,
about
the
size
of
a
deck
of
cards
,
wrapped
,
on
white
paper
and
tied
with
green
ribbon
.
"
This
is
a
key
chain
,
"
she
said
,
feeling
the
boy
’
s
eyes
look
up
at
her
.
"
Just
like
Daddy
’
s
.
But
with
a
lot
more
keys
on
it
than
Daddy
’
s
has
.
This
one
has
ten
keys
.
"
Lionel
leaned
forward
in
his
seat
,
letting
go
the
tiller
.
He
held
out
his
hands
in
catching
position
.
"
Throw
it
?
"
he
said
.
"
Please
?
"
"
Let
’
s
keep
our
seats
a
minute
,
Sunshine
.
I
have
a
little
thinking
to
do
.
I
should
throw
this
key
chain
in
the
lake
.
"
Lionel
stared
up
at
her
with
his
mouth
open
.
He
closed
his
mouth
.
"
It
’
s
mine
,
"
he
said
on
a
diminishing
note
of
justice
.
Boo
Boo
,
looking
down
at
him
,
shrugged
.
"
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
Lionel
slowly
sat
back
in
his
seat
,
watching
his
mother
,
and
reached
behind
him
for
the
tiller
.
His
eyes
reflected
pure
perception
,
as
his
mother
had
known
they
would
.
"
Here
.
"
Boo
Boo
tossed
the
package
down
to
him
.
It
landed
squarely
on
his
lap
.
He
looked
at
it
in
his
lap
,
picked
it
off
,
looked
at
it
in
his
hand
,
and
flicked
it
-
sidearm
-
into
the
lake
.
He
then
immediately
looked
up
at
Boo
Boo
,
his
eyes
filled
not
with
defiance
but
tears
.
In
another
instant
,
his
mouth
was
distorted
into
a
horizontal
figure
-
8
,
and
he
was
crying
mightily
.
Boo
Boo
got
to
her
feet
,
gingerly
,
like
someone
whose
foot
has
gone
to
sleep
in
theatre
,
and
lowered
herself
into
the
dinghy
.
In
a
moment
,
she
was
in
the
stern
seat
,
with
the
pilot
on
her
lap
,
and
she
was
rocking
him
and
kissing
the
back
of
his
neck
and
giving
out
certain
information
:
"
Sailors
don
’
t
cry
,
baby
.
Sailors
never
cry
.
Only
when
their
ships
go
down
.
Or
when
they
’
re
shipwrecked
,
on
rafts
and
all
,
with
nothing
to
drink
except
-
"
