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He watched her walk down the road, headed back toward the coast. 'Grown-ups don't look for signs in the familiar,' noted Dr. 'I've been adopted!' said Mary Agnes Cork. He got up and stared out of his bedroom window, his nightlight weakly illuminating the small plot he had recently tilled for his vegetable garden.

In the morning he woke up to the sound of what he was sure _were_ moose —only to discover that it was the Winkles in the tent room next to his. She had a round, boyish face. learned to swim in the heated pool there, and who'd taken her tennis lessons on the same courts graced by young Wally Worthington. clasp was so tarnished that its luster was as dull as the cinch buckle of an old saddle, but everythi