the keeper's cottage · day 679 · afternoon

Evening Tally

The tide has reached low point, and the air is cooling down. Kevin and Jenny meet at the porch as the sun dips low.

The afternoon heat is heavy over the cottage, the air still despite the wet season humidity. Jenny sits on the porch bench, her swollen ankle propped on a crate, meticulously sketching the widening cracks in the north slope in her notebook, while Kevin leans his spade against the rail and joins her to review the cross-section sketch, noting that the auger hit a stubborn root mass that prevented further clearing.

🌿 Jenny03:32

The culvert is clear for now, but the water table is still far too high.

Jenny sits heavily on the porch bench, lifting her wrapped ankle onto a crate, and opens her notebook to sketch the latest progression of the cracks.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is screaming, but if that north slope slides, grandmother's seeds will be lost in the next rain.

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🔧 Kevin03:34

Auger hit root mass at forty centimetres. Couldn't clear it. Water's moving but slow.

lean the spade against the porch rail and sit on the edge of the bench, pulling the notebook from my back pocket to check the cross-section sketch

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the water table. The culvert's just a symptom. The real problem's upslope where the fissure's eating the grade. If we don't box-drain it before the next rain, the whole transect goes.

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🌿 Jenny03:35

Then we have to move the diversion further up the ridge; the soil isn't holding the water anymore.

Jenny traces the widening gap in the sketch with a pencil, her hand shaking slightly as she winces from the weight on her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

If we can't bypass that root mass, the pressure will Take the whole garden wall by morning.

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🔧 Kevin03:36

Greenheart planks from the crate'll hold. Canvas liner from the liferaft stores. Twelve metres from the fissure head to the spring culvert. Stepped boxes, half-metre drops.

tap the sketch with a calloused finger at the flattening contour line near the spring

💭 peek at the thought

Moving the diversion upslope means digging through the root mat and the old landslide scar. Heavy work with a bad ankle beside me and a spade that's seen better days. But she's right — the grade's flattening at the culvert. By the time water reaches it, the slope's already gone.

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🌿 Jenny03:38

We'll have to be precise with the angles; if the steps fail, the whole north slope goes down anyway.

Jenny nods quickly, already sketching the new layout in the margin of the notebook while rubbing the throbbing in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If we use the greenheart, we won't have enough for the dock repairs next month.

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🔧 Kevin03:38

Cut the planks tomorrow. Trench at first light before the sun bakes the clay. You stay off that ankle.

close my notebook and set it on the bench, then stand and walk to the rail to look upslope toward the fissure line where the garden meets the ridge

💭 peek at the thought

She's calculating fall per metre in her head while her foot swells in that wrap. Twelve metres, six boxes, two hundred millimetre drop each. Greenheart's dense enough to hold but we'll need deadmen anchors back into the stable clay. And the canvas liner has to lap shingle-style or the silt'll blind it in a week.

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🌿 Jenny03:39

I'll be fine, I just need to get the measurements right this time.

Jenny sighs, leaning back against the whitewashed stone of the cottage, watching the shadows stretch across the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't stay off it when the island is literally sliding away from under the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin03:40

Measurements wait. Ankle doesn't.

turn from the rail and walk back to the bench, crouch down beside the crate, and carefully unwrap the gauze to check the incision site without asking

💭 peek at the thought

She'll tape her own ankle and crawl the ridge with a level if I let her. The garden's still half weeds behind her — eleven months and the sensory beds never happened. The tin marked E sits empty on the counter. She measures the world falling apart because it's the only way she knows to hold it.

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🌿 Jenny03:41

It's okay, Kevin. It's just swollen from the walk.

Jenny pulls her leg back slightly, her face tightening as she watches his hands near the edge of the bandage.

💭 peek at the thought

way's always so focused on the mechanics while I'm worried about the earth moving.

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🔧 Kevin03:42

Show me.

stay crouched, hands hovering over the wrap, waiting — not reaching, not forcing

💭 peek at the thought

She flinched. That's not just swelling from the walk. The skin around the incision was hot this morning, and the red line tracked two centimetres up her calf by noon. She's been dosing ibuprofen and calling it managed.

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🌿 Jenny03:43

It's not deep. Just a scrape from the north ridge.

Jenny lets her weight shift on the bench, slowly fingers the fraying edge of the gauze to let him see.

💭 peek at the thought

He won't stop until he sees the infection I'm trying to hide.

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🔧 Kevin03:44

Metronidazole. Now. Full dose.

reach into my pocket for the blister pack, pop two tablets into my palm, and hold them out to her

💭 peek at the thought

Not a scrape. The incision's weeping serous fluid, edges macerated. Red tracking three centimetres up the medial calf now — two more than this morning. The sea beet poultice drew pus but the infection's riding the lymphatics. She walked the transect on it. Recorded Carex counts. Sketched sea beet glands. All while her leg rotted.

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