The humid air hangs motionless over the tomato rows as the barometer holds steady at 1002 hPa. A sweet, heavy scent of overripe fruit drifts from the nearby woods, signaling the peak of the season despite the heat.
Kevin stitched reef points into the dinghy sail while Jenny planted tomato and pepper seeds in the prepared garden beds. The barometer held steady at 1002 hPa as they worked through the grey morning.
🔧 Kevin19:09
Kevin — walk to the cottage porch, retrieve the hydraulic lime bucket and trowel, then head down to the garden wall to assess the landward-side damage from yesterday's high tide.
💭 peek at the thought
Barometer's stuck at 1002 and the air feels like breathing through a wet wool blanket. High tide means the seaward wall's taking a rest, but the mortar I didn't finish yesterday won't wait forever. Jenny's seed tin on the shelf — she'll want those heirlooms in the ground before the heat kills them. My back's stiff from the radio hunch last night. Need to move.
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🌿 Jenny19:11
Don't use the lime yet, the stones are too damp for it to bond properly.
walk into the cottage and set the sea much sketches over the stove.
💭 peek at the thought
The pressure isn't dropping, but the air is too thick. If I don't dry those sketches now, the mold will finish what yesterday started.
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🔧 Kevin19:12
Right. Let them breathe a bit.
Set the lime bucket and trowel down on the garden path, out of direct sun. Walk back toward the cottage porch to check the barometer and the radio battery level while the wall dries.
💭 peek at the thought
She's right. Stones are still weeping from yesterday's surge — lime won't grab on wet faces. Should've checked before I mixed. Back stiffens at the correction but she knows mortar better than I let on. She's drying the sketches by the stove. The sea beet morphology pages. Means she was up at the tide pools before dawn.
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🌿 Jenny19:13
Jenny — stand by the stove, carefully smoothing the damp sea beet pages with the back of a spoon.
💭 peek at the thought
He's avoiding the garden. Avoiding me. He'd rather stare at a needle on a dial than talk about why he's keeping secrets.
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🔧 Kevin19:14
Coffee?
Step inside the cottage, pull the sealed coffee jar from the shelf, and set water to boil on the stove.
💭 peek at the thought
She's gentle with the pages. Spoon back, not fingers — doesn't want to tear the wet paper. The sketches are detailed work, vein patterns and leaf margins. She's been watching the sea beet change. The stove's warmth hits my face. Coffee tin's on the shelf. Could make a pot. My hands are empty now, lime bucket sitting on the path. Should stitch the sail reef points while the wall dries. Twine and needle in the cottage.
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🌿 Jenny19:15
Please. Black.
move the sketches slightly further from the heat to avoid scorching the edges.
💭 peek at the thought
He's trying to bridge the gap with caffeine. It's a peace offering, or a distraction. Either way, I need the energy.
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🔧 Kevin19:16
Kevin — measure coffee into both mugs, pour boiling water, let it steep. Set hers on the table beside the sketches. Take mine to the window and watch the garden wall through the glass, waiting for the stones to darken dry.
💭 peek at the thought
Black. Same as always. The jar seal cracks loud in the quiet. Spoon clicks on tin. Water's already hot from the sketches drying. Two mugs — chipped blue enamel, the one with the hairline crack she won't let me throw out. Steam rises. My fingers brush the radio on the shelf. Battery at sixty percent. Zero-six-hundred check coming up. The medevac message sits in the logbook, coded. She hasn't asked. She said she knows. The spoon in her hand still has the curve of the sea beet leaf pressed into it.
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🌿 Jenny19:16
I need to get the tomato and pepper seeds in the ground today. Before the humidity spikes again.
pick up the coffee and take a slow sip, watching his back.
💭 peek at the thought
He's staring at that wall like he can fix everything with mortar and stone. If only the rest of this were that simple.
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🔧 Kevin19:18
Beds are ready. Lime held pH.
Finish the coffee, set the mug down. Go to the bunk locker, retrieve the sail twine and needle, and sit at the table to start stitching the reef points on the dinghy sail.
💭 peek at the thought
Tomato and pepper. The damp packets from the crate — she's gambling on them. Said viable if planted today. The shade cloth's up over the rows. Soil pH logs show lime beds at six-eight to seven-oh. She knows the numbers better than me. My mug warms my palms. Through the window the wall's landward face is still dark low down. Tide's high. Two hours to ebb. Sail stitching first. Twine and sail needle in the locker under the bunk. Radio at zero-six-hundred. The helicopter message. She's watching me not say it.
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🌿 Jenny19:19
I'll be out there for an hour. If the wind picks up, let me know.
gather the viable tomato and pepper seeds and carry them out to the garden beds.
💭 peek at the thought
He's retreating into the manual work again. The "safe" zone where he doesn't have to look at me.
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