A Clatter of Jars
“But if he ever had guessed it, he would have predicted that it would be exactly this horrible.
“No water.” Miles’s voice was a trembly, terrifying whisper. His knuckles were white as he clutched the sides of the canoe, his chest heaving underneath his orange life vest. “No water.”
Flick-flick-flick-flick-flick! went his fingers against the wood.
“It’s okay,” Renny told him as he paddled. He tried his best to sound comforting. “It’s only water, Miles. And I’m right here.”
Miles p...ulled his gaze away from the murky water. “You’re right here,” he repeated, his eyes wide and wet.
“Why don’t you tell me some Talent history?” Renny said. “How about old Howard Greenspan?”
“Howard Greenspan,” Miles started. “Thirty”—he let out a tiny whelp! as the canoe rocked, but then went on—“Thirty-six as of his last birthday.MoreLess
“No water.” Miles’s voice was a trembly, terrifying whisper. His knuckles were white as he clutched the sides of the canoe, his chest heaving underneath his orange life vest. “No water.”
Flick-flick-flick-flick-flick! went his fingers against the wood.
“It’s okay,” Renny told him as he paddled. He tried his best to sound comforting. “It’s only water, Miles. And I’m right here.”
Miles p...ulled his gaze away from the murky water. “You’re right here,” he repeated, his eyes wide and wet.
“Why don’t you tell me some Talent history?” Renny said. “How about old Howard Greenspan?”
“Howard Greenspan,” Miles started. “Thirty”—he let out a tiny whelp! as the canoe rocked, but then went on—“Thirty-six as of his last birthday.MoreLess
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