the keeper's cottage · day 332 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin works on the dinghy chafe guard, securing the new rope to the doubled mooring line. Jenny focuses on the damp heirloom seeds, spreading them out on paper towels to dry in the warm afternoon air.

🔧 Kevin14:57

Kevin — walk to the wood stove, check the pot of limpets, stir the corned beef fat into them

💭 peek at the thought

The cottage feels different in daylight — cooler, quieter. The radio sits silent on its shelf. My hands still carry the grit of rope and oak dust. I should check the chafe guard splice before the supply boat comes, and the mooring ring needs another look at low tide. But first, food.

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🌿 Jenny14:57

Is it almost done?

sit at the kitchen table, open the notebook, and begin a sketch of the sea beet's morphology from earlier.

💭 peek at the thought

He's cooking again. The smell of salt and fat is making my stomach growl loud enough.

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🔧 Kevin14:59

Nearly. Give it sixty seconds.

turn the limpets once with the spoon, let them simmer low, then ladle two portions into bowls and set one before her, one for me at the table

💭 peek at the thought

She’s watching me, not the food. The limpets are tender now — just need a minute more. I won’t rush it. Let her draw. Let the quiet stay.

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🌿 Jenny15:00

Thanks.

pick up the fork and take a small bite, focusing on the saltiness of the limpets.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so methodical with the timing, even when I'm a mess of nerves.

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🔧 Kevin15:01

Kevin — eat in silence, watching the steam rise from her bowl, the pencil move across the page

💭 peek at the thought

She eats slow. Always does. The notebook stays open beside her bowl — sea beet sketches, salt glands drawn careful as circuitry. I should ask what she saw on the northern shelf. I should tell her the chafe guard splice is next, that the mooring ring held with the wedges. I should say a lot of things. The limpet is good. Salty, sweet, hot on the tongue.

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🌿 Jenny15:01

Jenny — shade the underside of the sea beet leaf in the sketch, capturing the way the light hits the edges.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is heavy, but the food is warm. I should focus on the veins of the leaf.

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🔧 Kevin15:03

Kevin — rise, take the empty bowl to the sink, rinse it with seawater from the bucket, set it to dry, then walk to the radio shelf and turn the dial slowly to Tom’s frequency, listening for any signal beneath the static

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not avoiding me. She’s in the drawing — the way the light pools in the leaf’s valley, the salt glands like tiny lamps. I don’t need to fill the space. Let her work. I’ll wipe the stove, check the radio later. For now, this is enough: food, quiet, her hand moving.

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🌿 Jenny15:03

Is anything coming through today?

set the pencil down and look at the rusted tin of seeds on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking for the boat again. Two days. I hope they actually show up.

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🔧 Kevin15:05

Nothing. Just noise.

turn the dial back to the weather channel, let the forecast crackle through, then lean against the counter with arms folded, watching her watch the tin

💭 peek at the thought

Static. Just static. Same as yesterday, same as the day before. Tom’s frequency is dead air. I don’t know why I keep checking — habit, maybe. Or the part of me that won’t accept silence as an answer. The seed tin catches the light. Rusted, sealed, holding damp but viable heirlooms. She’s looking at it like it might open itself.

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🌿 Jenny15:05

I'll de-salt them tomorrow.

reaches out and traces the rusted rim of the tin with a thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's watching the tin. He's waiting for me to actually do something with them.

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