melvin jules bukiet UNDERTOWN AMULET BOOKS NEW YORK
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chapter 111 LYING ON THE WARM TEAK DECK GLANCING UP PAST the gleaming brass struts and rails and fittings adroop with bright-orange life preservers and the tall tapering mahogany mast from which the jib and mainsail flapped gently in the breeze Timothy Murphy thought that the balmy summer sky might as well be counted as one more blessing in his nearly perfect life Timothy spent a lot of time counting blessings Then he reached out for the book he’d set on the deck beside him and inadvertently touched flesh female flesh and jerked his hand back to rest safely on his stomach The sky above was perfect perfect the boat below was perfect Only one thing was wrong Better return to the blessings he thought To start with there was his loving father Make that his loving but likely to be absent father Tom who tried to compensate for lack of face time with a sequence of expensive presents Timothy was the first on his block to get every technological gizmo from an Xbox to an iPhone though sometimes he had to wrestle them from his dad’s grip Tom liked to think of himself as a kid at heart in touch with the 33
