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L O S T B O Y
“I don’t know. Never given it much thought.”
He adds a head to his inuksuk and stands back to admire
his work. Just then a cell phone in his pocket pings. He pulls it
out and looks at the screen. “Gotta go,” he says. He sticks out
his hand. “I’m Craig, by the way. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Jon,” I say, shaking his hand. “Yeah, maybe.”
Craig begins to jog across the beach.
“Craig!” I call to his back.
“Yeah?” He swings around to look at me, still trotting
backward.
“May I make a quick call on your phone?”
“Oh, sure.” He jogs back and hands it to me.
I pull the slip of paper out of my pocket and press the
numbers.
