we didnt mean to do anything wrong . i rarely had to raise my voice , so he knew he was in trouble . the moon was high , the tide low , and the heat heavy . it 's actually what drew me to him to begin with . he rinsed his mouth out with the sweetness of pure salt water and swam to within reach of letter 's outstretched hand . grace felt a rush of relief when nana was gone . the blade that was broken shines again ! ' what are we ... in middle school ? '' 