The Ocean - 9

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“—and then something about babies chasing moths…”

“No no no! The thing about the faces changing was first. Because he was hot. ”

“Who was?” Erue asked patiently, seated on a crate, fingers laced lightly together.

“The Lridrisy’s poppa?” Nemasd said.

“No—” Brac burst out, “—it was a Lridrisy attached to the woman, a Lridrisy family and Limdri family, or something.”

“Why don’t you ask Toney?” said Erue.

“Because he’s not here right now.”

Ashur watched Brac fling out his skinny, ocean-tanned arms, pacing to the right.

Blandly, Nemasd remarked, “Well he’s probably somewhere on the ship.” From where he crouched on the deck near the cooler air, Ashur’s eyes followed Brac as he reversed direction, not quite able to resist showing his amusement.

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