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This
shook
Robert
out
of
his
funk
and
elicited
yelps
of
frightened
but
esctatic
joy
from
Michael
,
who
clung
to
Mom
’
s
legs
and
watched
the
water
pour
by
his
nose
in
a
wet
torrent
.
Dad
swerved
the
boat
,
cut
speed
,
and
ducked
the
craft
into
a
little
branch
canal
and
under
an
ancient
,
crumbling
stone
wharf
that
smelled
of
crab
flesh
.
The
boat
rammed
the
wharf
hard
enough
to
throw
them
all
forward
,
but
no
one
was
hurt
,
and
Dad
was
already
twisted
to
see
if
the
ripples
on
the
canal
were
enough
to
map
their
route
into
hiding
.
Water
lines
went
across
,
lapped
the
stones
,
and
rippled
back
to
meet
each
other
,
settling
,
to
be
dappled
by
the
sun
.
It
all
went
away
.
Dad
listened
.
So
did
everybody
.
Dad
’
s
breathing
echoed
like
fists
beating
against
the
cold
wet
wharf
stones
.
In
the
shadow
,
Mom
’
s
cat
eyes
just
watched
Father
for
some
clue
to
what
next
.
Dad
relaxed
and
blew
out
a
breath
,
laughing
at
himself
.
"
The
rocket
,
of
course
.
I
’
m
getting
jumpy
.
The
rocket
.
"
Michael
said
,
"
What
happened
,
Dad
,
what
happened
?
"
"
Oh
,
we
just
blew
up
our
rocket
,
is
all
,
"
said
Timothy
,
trying
to
sound
matter
-
of
-
fact
.
"
I
’
ve
heard
rockets
blown
up
before
.
Ours
just
blew
.
"
"
Why
did
we
blow
up
our
rocket
?
"
asked
Michael
.
"
Huh
,
Dad
?
"
"
It
’
s
part
of
the
game
,
silly
!
"
said
Timothy
.
