We do…other things,” I told him, and reminded myself that it wasn’t a lie. Holt was simply trying his best to be nice. But I’ve been trained to hear what people don’t say-to see the things that are better kept hidden-so I knew that Dr. Holt asked you something.” Mom nudged me. And, of course, I knew that last one was right on. Either that or a Sherlock Holmes impersonator. “Do you have an interest in rowing?” asked the man in the tweed cap and brown trench coat who was accompanying us.
Safe.īut all I could do was muster a nod and add a not-very-enthusiastic “Yeah.” Isn’t it, Cammie?” I heard my mother ask. A single rower sliced through the channel like an arrow shooting out to sea, and I couldn’t help but stare after him, more than a little jealous. The water was still as we walked beside it.
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