Apart — Kevin at the keeper's cottage, Jenny at the garden

Midday at the cottage and garden

Kevin is at the keeper's cottage, hungry and empty-handed after the failed lime packing. Jenny is at the north ridge garden, having flagged the weeping soil pockets.

The humidity remains heavy and oppressive, keeping physical work on the brush at a standstill. Kevin and Jenny rest in the cottage as the midday heat peaks, waiting for the supply boat in ten days.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the keeper's cottage

You sit at the cottage table, the half-sack of lime still damp on the floor beside you. The barometer on the wall reads 985 hPa and falling. Through the window, the supply boat is a dark smudge on the horizon, two hours early or late — you can't tell. Your stomach growls loud enough to hear over the wind.

🔧 Kevin04:18

Kevin — walk to the porch and raise the binoculars to the horizon

💭 peek at the thought

Boat's early. Or the tide pushed it fast. Either way I'm not dressed for a crossing and the generator's still got vinegar in the cooling passages.

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🔧 Kevin04:22

Kevin — lower the binoculars and key the handheld VHF to channel 16

💭 peek at the thought

Hull's riding high. Light. Either they offloaded heavy at the last drop or they're running empty. No tow. No barge. Just the boat.

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🔧 Kevin04:26

Sorrel Island calling supply vessel. Over.

hold the mic clear of my face and wait, thumb on the transmit button

💭 peek at the thought

Static on 16. They're either not monitoring or the squall line between us is eating the signal. Barometer's still dropping.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the garden

You crouch by the uppermost flagged pocket on the north ridge, watching a thin ribbon of grey clay seep into the crack. The wind gusts, tearing at the shade cloth over the tomato rows. Below, the dock pilings disappear under the rising flood tide. You have the notebook, but no pH strips, and the supply boat is due any hour.

🌿 Jenny04:21

Not today, please not today.

Use the trowel to scrape a sample of the weeping soil into a plastic bag for later testing.

💭 peek at the thought

If the soil is this acidic, the grandmother's seeds will rot before they even sprout.

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🌿 Jenny04:24

Jenny — limp back toward the cottage, clutching the soil sample and notebook to my chest.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't stay out here if the wind picks up; the shade cloth is going to rip right out of the ground.

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🌿 Jenny04:29

Jenny — stop at the kitchen table and set the muddy soil bag on the wood next to the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

Kevin is probably staring at the radio, waiting for a boat that might be three days late.

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