Jonah has that strange look on his face. He must have another of Maryrose's memories. Probably that she once sang a lullaby on a windy day. OR SOMETHING ELSE TOTALLY USELESS. "Is it about canoeing?" I ask, trying to be positive. He scratches his head. "It is! Maryrose was good at canoeing!" Oh! Yay! "Did she ever stop a boat?" "Yes!" he exclaims. Great! "How?" I ask. "With paddles!" he says. Argh. "Thanks for nothing, Maryrose's memories!" I yell. "We have to stop this canoe!"
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