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was sorry now he’d told her about the car crash; he had never really talked about it to anyone, not even to Robbie or Norma.
    â€œI don’t have a favorite damn food.”
    â€œEverybody has a favorite food, Michael. Don’t be so grouchy. And you must stop swearing like that.”
    â€œI’m not grouchy.”
    â€œYes, you are.”
    â€œNo, I’m not!”
    â€œThen prove it. Tell me your favorite?”
    â€œI refuse to discuss food.” Now he sounded like a jerk.
    She got up and started leafing through the yearbooks on the shelves, turning her back to him.
    â€œAnd you’re stopping me working.”
    She made no reply, carrying on as though she hadn’t heard him.
    He felt a stab of annoyance. He was wasting time. The school history would never get done at this rate. He started reading through a pile of newspapers, but couldn’t concentrate with Sarah moving about the room, even though she was silent. Kids! He grabbed a bundle of newspapers for reshelving off the desk, but moved too quickly and lost his balance. Sarah spun around as he fell out of the chair onto the floor, dropping the bundle. He swore loudly. Sarah rushed over to help him, but he pushed her away, explaining to her how to apply the brakes while he clambered back into his seat. He was angry with himself, allowing a kid to see how awkward and helpless he was.
    â€œAre you all right, Michael?”
    â€œOf course I’m all right. I’m used to falling. It’s nothing.” He felt like a fool.
    The bell rang. Another fast seventy-five minutes gone. He retrieved his notebook and slid it into his pack. He hadn’t got a lot done this morning; maybe he should tell her not to come so often. He wouldn’t have fallen if he hadn’t been so annoyed with her.
    She stood, watching him. “G’bye, Michael.”
    Before he could say anything she had hurried out of the room ahead of him. When he got to the hallway she had disappeared into the milling crowd of students.

17 ... a secret
    â€œRobbie, do you think I look like Harrison Ford?”
    Robbie laughed. “Harrison Ford is an old guy. Been around a long time.
Dead Heat on a Merry-Go-Round
was his first movie, in 1966. That’s like, what? Thirty-four years ago? Ford played a hotel bellboy, a bit part. The guy must be way over fifty by now.”
    â€œYou’re not answering my question.”
    â€œDo you look like Harrison Ford? Hardly. More like Donald Duck, I’d say.”
    Mike ignored the humor. They were on their way home along the False Creek sea wall. The city was hidden in a thick broth. Foghorns wailed. Robbie pushed Mike’s chair off the cement and onto the grass, through sodden leaves, seeking the thickest piles, plowing vigorously, puffing with the effort, while Mike squinted into the fog and gathering darkness from under the peak of his baseball cap. Robbie might be a little on the heavy side, but he was strong, with big arms and wide shoulders.
    Robbie said, “I like Harrison Ford. Even if he is an old guy he’s great. I’ll tell you a secret, Mike, butyou’re not to tell anyone, okay?”
    â€œWhat do you think — I can’t keep my mouth shut?”
    â€œSorry, man. But whenever I think of my dad — I never told anyone this — I see him as Harrison Ford. Pretty stupid, huh?”
    â€œNo, Robbie, I don’t think it’s stupid.”
    Robbie had never known his father. His father was a mystery. All Robbie knew was that he was an engineer and had gone to work in Argentina on a special project when Robbie was a baby. He never returned. His letters stopped suddenly. Enquiries led nowhere. He had disappeared. Robbie’s mother believed he was dead.
    â€œI kinda see my old man as Indiana Jones — like in
The Temple of Doom.
You know what I mean? Danger­ous adventures and fighting hard to get back home but being prevented by the bad