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.When John Wernerhad inherited the place and announced his plan to retire here, Matt had thought he was crazy.After thefast pace of Houston and the challenge and stimulation, the occasional adrenaline rush of police work,how could he even consider burying himself in the boonies? However, during the past few weeks, Matthad come to appreciate the lieutenant's desire to live here.He had been fishing for almost an hour when the hammer of footsteps on the wooden dock interruptedhis solitude.Scowling, Matt looked over his shoulder and saw Tyrone carrying a pole and a bucket.Worms, nodoubt.The boy raced out onto the pier, then spotted Matt and pulled up short.Matt made no effort to hide his annoyance, and Tyrone glared right back at him.Matt had a hunch that Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlTyrone had known all along that he was there and was taking spiteful pleasure in interrupting his solitude.Bold as brass, the boy marched out to the end of the pier and plopped himself down on the oppositeside of the T from Matt."Where'd you get that rod and reel?" Matt demanded."Same place as you.Outta the shed.""Oh, yeah? Well the difference is, I have the owner's permission to use his gear."Tyrone shrugged."I thought you were cleaning toilets.""I'm done with that," the boy muttered in a surly tone that matched his scowl.An awkward silence fell.For a long time the only sounds were the lap of the wavelets against the pilingsbeneath the pier, the caw of a crow in the woods, the soft whir, plop, whir when Matt cast his line outand reeled it back in.Keeping his gaze straight ahead, Matt ignored the boy.After a while, realizing he had not heard Tyronecasting, he glanced over to see what the little hooligan was up to.He was surprised to discover the kidwas still struggling to thread a worm onto his hook.The tip of Tyrone's tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth and he scowled with intenseconcentration.Matt frowned.He started tell him that he was doing it all wrong, but he changed his mind and cast.A splash to his left close to the pier drew his gaze back to the boy.Tyrone had finally impaled the wormon the hook, but his first cast had gone no more than a few feet.Muttering a string of colorful curses no seven-year-old should know, the boy reeled in his line.When thehook and sinker cleared the water he spat out a vivid obscenity.His overzealous cast had slung the wormoff.It took him another ten minutes torebait his hook, and when he cast he got the same result as before.Between casting and catching two good-size trout, Matt watched the boy out of the corner of his eyeand shook his head.It was obvious the kid had never fished before in his life.Which, he supposed,wasn't so surprising.Until Tyrone came here, he had probably never been more than a mile from thatdump where he and his mother had lived.There weren't many fishing holes in the city slums.Matt tried to ignore the kid, but Tyrone's vivid cursing and mutters made that impossible.Every now andthen he glanced over at the boy, and his frustration grew.Finally, when Tyrone got the granddaddy of allbacklashes, Matt could stand it no longer."Oh, for Pete's sake! Don't yank at it like that you're just going to make it worse," he snapped,struggling to his feet."Here, let me show you." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"I don't need no help from you, pig.""Well, too bad, punk.You're getting it, anyway.I'm tired of listening to you cuss.""I'll cuss if I wanna.An' I know how to fish.""Oh, yeah.Then why is it all you've done for the past twenty minutes is fling worms into the lake?"Ignoring the boy's glare, Matt eased down next to him on the pier and took the rod from his hands."Jeezthis looks like a bird's nest."Tyrone muttered a choice expletive about the quality of the rod and spat into the lake.Matt picked patiently at the tangled mess."You'd better watch that mouth of yours.It'll get you into bigtrouble with Dr.Edwards.""Huh.I ain't scared of Miz Maudie."Matt kept his gaze on the tangled line and pulled apart another knot.After a while the boy looked outacross the lake and swung his legs back and forth over the edge of the pier."You do know that you have it pretty good here, don't you, kid?"Tyrone swung his legs harder."Yeah.I know," he admitted grudgingly.He let several seconds tick by,then added, "But I still hate cleaning toilets."Chuckling, Matt pulled another knot loose."I got news for you, kid, everybody does, but it's just one ofthose nasty jobs that's gotta be done.Life's full of 'em.In a big family like this one everybody has to taketheir turn.""We ain't no family.""Really? Sure looks like one to me.""Naw.We're just a bunch of kids nobody wants.""Is that right? It appears to me that your Miss Maudie wants you.Otherwise, why would she bother torun this place? She doesn't have to, you know.""Huh.She's just doin' it for the money the state pays her.That's what all fosters do.""Are you kidding me? Shoot, kid, that's chump change compared to what Dr.Edwards could makeseeing patients in Houston.The lady is a psychiatrist.Most of them charge over a hundred dollars anhour."The boy frowned."Then why ain't she doin' it, instead of taking care of us?"Matt gave him a long, level look."You're a smart kid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.When John Wernerhad inherited the place and announced his plan to retire here, Matt had thought he was crazy.After thefast pace of Houston and the challenge and stimulation, the occasional adrenaline rush of police work,how could he even consider burying himself in the boonies? However, during the past few weeks, Matthad come to appreciate the lieutenant's desire to live here.He had been fishing for almost an hour when the hammer of footsteps on the wooden dock interruptedhis solitude.Scowling, Matt looked over his shoulder and saw Tyrone carrying a pole and a bucket.Worms, nodoubt.The boy raced out onto the pier, then spotted Matt and pulled up short.Matt made no effort to hide his annoyance, and Tyrone glared right back at him.Matt had a hunch that Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlTyrone had known all along that he was there and was taking spiteful pleasure in interrupting his solitude.Bold as brass, the boy marched out to the end of the pier and plopped himself down on the oppositeside of the T from Matt."Where'd you get that rod and reel?" Matt demanded."Same place as you.Outta the shed.""Oh, yeah? Well the difference is, I have the owner's permission to use his gear."Tyrone shrugged."I thought you were cleaning toilets.""I'm done with that," the boy muttered in a surly tone that matched his scowl.An awkward silence fell.For a long time the only sounds were the lap of the wavelets against the pilingsbeneath the pier, the caw of a crow in the woods, the soft whir, plop, whir when Matt cast his line outand reeled it back in.Keeping his gaze straight ahead, Matt ignored the boy.After a while, realizing he had not heard Tyronecasting, he glanced over to see what the little hooligan was up to.He was surprised to discover the kidwas still struggling to thread a worm onto his hook.The tip of Tyrone's tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth and he scowled with intenseconcentration.Matt frowned.He started tell him that he was doing it all wrong, but he changed his mind and cast.A splash to his left close to the pier drew his gaze back to the boy.Tyrone had finally impaled the wormon the hook, but his first cast had gone no more than a few feet.Muttering a string of colorful curses no seven-year-old should know, the boy reeled in his line.When thehook and sinker cleared the water he spat out a vivid obscenity.His overzealous cast had slung the wormoff.It took him another ten minutes torebait his hook, and when he cast he got the same result as before.Between casting and catching two good-size trout, Matt watched the boy out of the corner of his eyeand shook his head.It was obvious the kid had never fished before in his life.Which, he supposed,wasn't so surprising.Until Tyrone came here, he had probably never been more than a mile from thatdump where he and his mother had lived.There weren't many fishing holes in the city slums.Matt tried to ignore the kid, but Tyrone's vivid cursing and mutters made that impossible.Every now andthen he glanced over at the boy, and his frustration grew.Finally, when Tyrone got the granddaddy of allbacklashes, Matt could stand it no longer."Oh, for Pete's sake! Don't yank at it like that you're just going to make it worse," he snapped,struggling to his feet."Here, let me show you." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"I don't need no help from you, pig.""Well, too bad, punk.You're getting it, anyway.I'm tired of listening to you cuss.""I'll cuss if I wanna.An' I know how to fish.""Oh, yeah.Then why is it all you've done for the past twenty minutes is fling worms into the lake?"Ignoring the boy's glare, Matt eased down next to him on the pier and took the rod from his hands."Jeezthis looks like a bird's nest."Tyrone muttered a choice expletive about the quality of the rod and spat into the lake.Matt picked patiently at the tangled mess."You'd better watch that mouth of yours.It'll get you into bigtrouble with Dr.Edwards.""Huh.I ain't scared of Miz Maudie."Matt kept his gaze on the tangled line and pulled apart another knot.After a while the boy looked outacross the lake and swung his legs back and forth over the edge of the pier."You do know that you have it pretty good here, don't you, kid?"Tyrone swung his legs harder."Yeah.I know," he admitted grudgingly.He let several seconds tick by,then added, "But I still hate cleaning toilets."Chuckling, Matt pulled another knot loose."I got news for you, kid, everybody does, but it's just one ofthose nasty jobs that's gotta be done.Life's full of 'em.In a big family like this one everybody has to taketheir turn.""We ain't no family.""Really? Sure looks like one to me.""Naw.We're just a bunch of kids nobody wants.""Is that right? It appears to me that your Miss Maudie wants you.Otherwise, why would she bother torun this place? She doesn't have to, you know.""Huh.She's just doin' it for the money the state pays her.That's what all fosters do.""Are you kidding me? Shoot, kid, that's chump change compared to what Dr.Edwards could makeseeing patients in Houston.The lady is a psychiatrist.Most of them charge over a hundred dollars anhour."The boy frowned."Then why ain't she doin' it, instead of taking care of us?"Matt gave him a long, level look."You're a smart kid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]