“Because they’re not allowed.”
Boo Boo, keeping her eyes steadily on the boy, said nothing for a full minute.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” she said, finally. “I’d just love to come down in your boat. I’m so lonesome for you. I miss you so much. I’ve been all alone in the house all day without anybody to talk to.”
Lionel didn’t swing the tiller. He examined the grain of wood in its handle. “You can talk to Sandra,” he said.
“Sandra’s busy,” Boo Boo said. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk to Sandra, I want to talk to you. I wanna come down in your boat and talk to you.”
“You can talk from there.”
“What?”
“You can talk from there.”
“No, I can’t. It’s too big a distance. I have to get up close.”
Lionel swung the tiller. “Nobody can come in,” he said.