the keeper's cottage · day 721 · morning

The Leaking Kitchen

The smell of damp wood fills the small room as the drip continues to splash into a bucket near the window.

Kevin prepares the generator by bleeding the lines and switching to the clean drum to ensure steady power. Jenny rests in the cottage as her fever lingers, while the shutter continues to drip onto the floor.

🌿 Jenny21:14

The way's full again.

Stand up with a wince, favoring my ankle, and walk to the bucket to empty it.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't fix that leak now, the sketches are going to be ruined before the boat arrives.

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🔧 Kevin21:15

Leave it. I'll empty it.

walk to the bucket, take it from her, and carry it out to the porch to dump it

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving despite the ankle. Good. Bucket's full again — roof's still leaking. Need to get up there properly this time, not just slap tar on it.

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🌿 Jenny21:16

It's getting in too fast.

Sit back down slowly, rubbing the throbbing in my ankle, and reach for my notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always trying to help, but the water isn't the problem.

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🔧 Kevin21:16

How's the ankle?

set the empty bucket back under the drip, then crouch beside her chair to look at the wrapping

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The drip's steady — not a trickle. Means the flashing's gone or the ridge cap's lifted. Patch won't hold in this pressure. Need the ladder, the spare tarp, batten strips. And dry weather to cure anything proper.

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🌿 Jenny21:18

It's fine. Just the fever.

Pull my leg away slightly from him and stare at the blank page in my notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

It's pulsing. I can feel the heatradi up my shin.

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🔧 Kevin21:18

You're burning up. I'll get the cold cloth.

stand and walk to the kitchen, wet a clean cloth in the basin, wring it out, bring it back and hold it out to her

💭 peek at the thought

She pulled away. Fever's still there. She's not fine — she's hiding it. The notebook's blank because she can't think what to write, or her hands are shaking. Either way, the roof comes first. Water ruins floors, floors rot joists, cottage goes.

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🌿 Jenny21:20

Thanks, Kevin.

Take the cloth with shaking hands and press it to my forehead, closing my eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't even hold the pencil straight. The soil on the north ridge can wait today.

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🔧 Kevin21:20

Drink the broth. It's on the porch.

go to the porch, bring back the tin mug of warm limpet broth, and set it on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shaking. Fever's up. She won't let me near the ankle again if I push. Roof can wait ten minutes. She needs the ibuprofen, water, and to eat something. The broth's still warm on the porch.

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