the keeper's cottage · day 359 · evening

Evening Gathering

The sun begins to dip, bringing a slight relief from the heat. Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen to prepare the evening meal and check the water levels.

Kevin prepared a meal of corned beef and retrieved the remaining limpets from the porch bucket. Jenny rested with her ankle elevated while waiting for the food, noting the tide continuing to fall.

🔧 Kevin18:14

Tank's at three-ninety-four. That's six litres down from this morning. You drinking enough?

wipe hands on trousers, move to the rain tank at the back wall, run fingers along the sight tube to confirm the level

💭 peek at the thought

The heat's finally breaking. Good. Engine's been running hot all afternoon — vibration's still there above half throttle but holding steady. Need to check the fuel gauge before dark. And the water tank.

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🌿 Jenny18:15

I'm drinking. I just... don't want to move.

Lean heavily against the kitchen table, slowly shifting weight off the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

I can feel the throb in my ankle from here. I'm too exhausted to even argue about the water.

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🔧 Kevin18:16

I'll heat the corned beef. You stay off it.

pull the cast iron skillet from the hook, set it on the wood stove top, pry open a tin of corned beef with the knife tip, scrape the fat into the hot pan

💭 peek at the thought

She's not drinking enough. Can see it in the skin pinch at her collarbone. The ankle's worse — swelling's up past the calf now, hot to touch last time I changed the compress. She won't say how bad the pain is.

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🌿 Jenny18:16

Thank you.

Slide down into one of the kitchen chairs, gingerly hoisting the ankle up onto the table.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell of the fat hitting the pan makes my stomach twist. I'm starving, but the thought of eating feels like a chore.

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🔧 Kevin18:18

Got any limpets left from the bucket?

dump the corned beef into the rendered fat, let it crisp, scrape the edges with the spatula

💭 peek at the thought

The fat's singing in the pan. Good sound. She's favouring the left hip now too — compensating. Been compensating for eleven months. The antibiotics are gone. The blister pack was empty this morning. If the fever comes back tonight...

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🌿 Jenny18:18

Maybe. In the bucket by the porch.

Close eyes for a second, leaning head back against the chair.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't remember if I used them all or if there's a few left in the bottom. I don't want to stand up to check.

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🔧 Kevin18:20

Be right back.

step out onto the porch, grab the galvanized bucket of limpets, carry it back in, set it on the floor beside her chair

💭 peek at the thought

She's fading. The chair's wrong for her back but she won't move to the bedroom. Stubborn. Like her mother. The limpets are protein, iron, something warm in the belly. I'll get them.

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🌿 Jenny18:20

Thanks.

Open eyes, watching the steam rise from the pan.

💭 peek at the thought

At least there's food left. I'm too tired to even reach into the bucket properly.

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