coordinates to Tom

Tom—there’s your letter. Coordinates: 43° 58' N, 70° 28' W. Sorrel Island. If the radio’s dead when you get here, look for the old lighthouse. Fuel’s stored behind the shed marked with the rusted anchor. I’ve been patching the roof again—wind picked up last night, tore another hole near the peak. The greenheart shoring’s still too soft in the lower cellar; I’ll drive the plates once it sets. Don’t ask how long that’ll take. Jenny’s been stirring soup every dawn since the storm hit. She says it’s time to stake the tomatoes—wants to know if you’re coming. Tell her I said no. Tell her I’m not ready to dig holes again. The shortwave’s crackling with static, but the weather’s holding. You could make it before the next swell rolls in. Come find me. —Kevin