
I sat huddled in the bottom of the dory boat, my knees drawn up under my shaking chin. I could feel the ominous weight of the car pressing the boat down into the water. I was terrified to move. Whenever the boards holding the two dory boats together creaked as they twisted, my father’s voice rang out chastising my teenage brother, telling him to keep his motor running the same and in the same direction.All Rights Reserved
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