: "Jenny's ankle's healing

Tom — Jenny's ankle's healing. The red streaks faded. She found the seabird chick dead in the box — buried it behind the cottage. Didn't say a word. I watched from the window. Her shoulders didn't shake. Radio's picking up French trawlers again. Weather's holding. Generator coughed Thursday; replaced the injector with the one off the old lifeboat engine. Runs clean now. Caught three mackerel yesterday. Salted two, ate one. Garden's mostly kale and potatoes. The onions bolted. I think about the Bay sometimes. Forty minutes. The cold doesn't leave your bones. You should know — I'm still here. She's still here. The light on the point flashes every twelve seconds. I count it some nights. Write back. Or don't. But know we're breathing. Kevin