the keeper's cottage · day 599 · afternoon

The storm hardens in

The rain continues to fall as the tide begins to turn back inward, threatening the exposed flats near the dock.

The warm rain continues to fall intermittently, keeping the air humid as the tide rises steadily. Jenny remains confined to the cottage with her worsening infection while Kevin monitors the weather and prepares for the approaching storm.

🌿 Jenny22:57

(A low, strained groan as she shifts her weight)

Reaches for water bottle and presses it against her throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide is coming back too fast; if the dinghy isn't secured properly, I'll lose everything.

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🔧 Kevin22:57

Stay off it.

Walk to the stove, lift the kettle, pour hot water into her tin mug, set it on the table beside her without a word.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving more than she should. The swelling's down but the joint's still hot — I felt it through the gauze at 0600. She'll pay for every step tonight.

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🌿 Jenny22:59

I know how legs work.

Picks up the mug, wrapping both hands around the warmth.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks silence is a kindness, but it just feels like a wall.

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🔧 Kevin22:59

Kevin — pull out the chair opposite her, sit, watch the steam rise from my own mug, wait for the ache in my shoulders to settle from the roof work.

💭 peek at the thought

She does. Better than most. But knowing and doing are different things, and she's been doing too much of both.

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🌿 Jenny23:01

The rain is getting through the thatch again.

Traces the edge of the sea beet sketch with a shaky finger, avoiding his eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at me like I'm a specimen that's starting to wilt.

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🔧 Kevin23:02

Not the roof. The northeast wall. Mortar's failing above the window.

Lift my mug, blow across the surface, take a sip, set it down and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth.

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge brace held. The flashing's tight. What's getting through is the northeast wall — the mortar's gone soft above the window. I saw the stain yesterday when the light hit right. Another job for dry weather. If dry weather comes.

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🌿 Jenny23:03

I'll move them when I can stand.

Clenches the mug tighter, her knuckles white against the ceramic.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wall goes, the seed tin is ruined. I need to move them.

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🔧 Kevin23:03

I'll move them.

Finish the mug in one swallow, stand, wipe the table clean with the heel of my hand, head for the porch door.

💭 peek at the thought

She means the seed trays. The pepper and lettuce cells showing damping-off. She's been nursing them for weeks. Moving them means carrying them to the porch where the air moves — two trips, maybe three, on an ankle that shouldn't bear weight.

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