Family
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A dhow, an open wooden boat about the same length as ours, is motoring alongside, thudding into our hull. From the edge of the sun, another boat hurtles toward us.
I sense the gunfire more than hear it.
Duncan is yelling at Mom, "Those are warning shots. Cut the engine! They won't hurt us if we cooperate."
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My mother might be dead, but she was still my mother. I knew that, even if my dad seemed to have forgotten.
