The Drowning Page #7

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but to help them retell their stories

in a way that gives them hope,

possibility,

and a future..."

"Because if you don't believe

a child has a future,

then why believe in anything?"

No offense,

but don't you think you're exploiting

the kids you're trying to help?

Um, I think the only person

that he's exploiting here is himself.

I wouldn't worry about her.

She got busted for dealing drugs.

That's her main claim

to fame around here.

F*** off.

My God.

Good friend of yours?

I thought so.

I saw the ad in the paper.

Hmm.

And this is riveting stuff, Tom, truly.

Thank you.

Truly, but, um,

you didn't mention me in your book.

No, I didn't, not in this one.

No, I don't think a chapter's

enough for you.

You need your own book.

So, Portland, huh?

Yeah, and in school,

like a million of us.

It's basically like prison,

except there's, you know, girls.

So you're good?

Past and present?

Yeah.

You know, getting by.

Forward motion and all that.

Danny.

There you are.

Hey, baby.

Rowena.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

You look good.

Oh, I transferred up here

when Danny did.

Sorry I missed your talk.

I had class.

Did you tell him about your story?

Well, I...

No, he didn't.

Oh. Well, he's quite talented.

I imagine he would be.

It's going to be in the quarterly.

I don't think he wants

to hear about all that.

No, it's good and strange.

It's about this boy who

buys these toy soldiers,

these made-in-China toy soldiers...

All right, all right, all right, enough.

Hey, Ro!

Hurry up!

I'll see you soon, all right?

Okay.

Good to see you again.

Toy soldiers were from Walmart.

Excuse me?

Well, in... in my story,

the toys, they're from Walmart.

It's basically... it's about this kid

who starts messing

with his psychiatrist,

his former psychiatrist,

the one that he had when he was a child.

It's just a story, Tom.

I'll send it to you.

Give it a read.

What's this story called?

The Tourist.

Ah.

Oh, but that's not you

anymore, though, is it?

No.

I mean, you, you pulled

the trigger, didn't you?

You almost killed him.

I thought you would.

What?

What the hell is so funny?

Nothing, man, just people like you.

I'm sorry.

Well, look, I gotta get to the airport.

Can I drop you off someplace?

Uh, yeah.

How's Lauren?

She didn't make the trip with you, huh?

No, she's working.

Everything good between you two?

Mm-hmm.

She must be due pretty soon,

though, right?

Yeah, she is.

Wow.

Tom, that's great.

I know that you guys

were trying for a while

and it was really hard on her, so...

Congratulations.

I'm very happy for the two of you.

How did you know my wife was pregnant?

I asked you how you knew.

Tom, we talked on the phone.

She called me, and we talked.

She didn't tell you that?

We didn't talk on the phone, Tom.

I read about it on Facebook.

You need to relax.

You're a very tense person.

It's a boy, though, right?

Isn't that what they

just told her, a son?

You're gonna be a father, Tom.

How incredible is that?

What are you gonna name him?

I guess you don't have to

answer that right now.

You still got some time.

I have to say I cannot wait to meet him.

Galileo was bluffing

It's just a mess out here

There's no compass to guide us

Through the flashes

of violence and fear

Ohh

Pinball and a motor hum

Black kettle in a riptide

Sand bleeds through our fingers

If time said it stood still in line

Ohh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe

for disaster

Sweet disaster

Birthmark on a crow's foot

Kilimanjaro or bust

There are no mountains to move here

You just do what you say,

what you must

Ohh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe

for disaster

Sweet disaster

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe

for disaster

Sweet disaster

Sweet

Light-years and a pocket watch

You can't get close enough

To the rhythm of solitude

Ashes to ashes to dust

Ohh.

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