the keeper's cottage · day 164 · morning

DAY 164, NOON

The air inside the cottage is heavy with humidity and the smell of drying seeds and damp wood as the overcast clouds begin to thicken overhead.

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🌿 Jenny22:45

I'm starving.

Pick up the bowl of boiled limpets and sit at the kitchen table.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is rising, but my stomach is shrinking. If I don't eat now, I won't have the energy for the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin22:45

Pot's still warm if you want them heated.

pour coffee into two tin mugs, set one on the table near her, take the other to the porch to check the barometer

💭 peek at the thought

She's eating the limpets cold. The pot's still on the stove from this morning. I should warm them — or at least offer.

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🌿 Jenny22:47

Thanks. Please.

Take a hot mug of the coffee and start peeling a limet, watching the steam rise.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always checking the sky while I'm checking the dirt. We need both.

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🔧 Kevin22:47

Kevin — walk to the wood stove, open the door, add two small splits of dry spruce, close the draft halfway

💭 peek at the thought

She's peeling them one-handed, the other wrapped around the mug. Cold fingers. The stove's been out since breakfast.

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🌿 Jenny22:49

The spruce is holding well today.

Take a bite of the rubbery limet and chew slowly, the salt hitting my tongue.

💭 peek at the thought

He knows exactly how I like the heat when I'm feeling this weak.

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🔧 Kevin22:49

Aye. Cut it right, stacked it right.

lean against the doorframe, sip coffee, watch the barometer needle through the porch window — 1007 and rising still

💭 peek at the thought

She's talking about the firewood like it's weather. It is weather here — dry wood means warm nights, hot meals, the generator running when the wind dies. Twelve hundred armfuls stacked and covered. Should last the winter if the gales don't wet the stack.

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🌿 Jenny22:51

I'm going out after I finish this.

Set the limet down and look at the heirloom seed tin on the shelf.

💭 peek at the thought

If the pressure keeps rising, the wind might stay off the ridge. I need to see that lichen before it turns.

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🔧 Kevin22:51

Weather's holding. Take the radio.

reach up, tap the shortwave on the shelf — the porcelain insulator I fitted yesterday catches the light

💭 peek at the thought

She's looking at the seed tin. The heirloom packets are still drying on paper beside the stove — tomato, pepper, basil. She means the garden. Or the cliffs. She goes to the cliffs when the pressure holds.

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🌿 Jenny22:53

I'll check the frequency first.

Stand up slowly, my knees protesting, and thumb the cold metal edge of the seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the radio is the priority today, but it's the mold on these seeds.

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🔧 Kevin22:53

Ankle?

nod toward her left leg, keep my voice flat

💭 peek at the thought

She's stiff. The ankle brace chafes — I saw her adjusting it yesterday. She doesn't complain. Just moves slower. The seed tin's cold metal, condensation beading on it from the humidity. She's thinking about what's inside: heirloom tomato, pepper, basil, lettuce. Viable. She sorted them herself.

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