
The lighthouse stands pale across the bay, and you play James, promised a crossing if tomorrow is fine. Your father is already certain it will not be, seconding the barometer over your hope, while his disciple Tansley agrees a little too readily. As your mother packs a parcel for the keeper's boy, you press your case across the dinner table and watch the instrument's dial for a verdict the weather has not yet given. Night falls with the question still undecided, rain ticking against the glass.
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