The worst outcome possible here was that they would both drown, which in the scheme of things was not really the worst thing Cash could think of. To his credit, he didn’t point this out. He wasn’t sure he’d expected Ford to get them away from the dock so quickly, but Cash was the more sober one and he still managed to be surprised when they were suddenly in the boat over the Black Lake, watching the shorelights get further and further away.

”I’ve never done this,” Cash said, with a small smile. He either hadn’t or he didn’t have any memory of it, which meant that it was as good as new to him. ”I see why you like it, though. It’s nice.”

”But if you want quiet there’s the cemetery,” Cash suggested. It was morbid there, but it was usually a little quiet, as long as there wasn’t a funeral on — normally he wouldn’t have suggested something so morbid, but Ford was already weird about death, so. He’d probably like it.  ”I used to walk around there sometimes when I was a teenager.” Really what he meant by that was that he’d met Eli there a few times some summers, but he didn’t want to talk about that now.

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