The wind howls through the eaves as the barometer pressure drops further. Kevin and Jenny gather inside as the darkness falls.
Kevin and Jenny secured the cottage roof with a heavy tarp and battens against the approaching storm, then moved to the old shrine as rain intensified. Kevin tightened the generator lashings while Jenny braced the ladder despite her swollen ankle. They lashed the tarp over the lifted ridge tiles and peeled flashing at the chimney.
🌿 Jenny21:43
The tank is full, but we need to check the roof in morning.
wrap the ankle tightly with the clean gauze and sit on the own.
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If the boat doesn't come in seven days, I won't be able to walk to the ridge again.
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🔧 Kevin21:43
Roof first light. Generator lashings now.
walk to the generator shed to check storm lashings and tighten ratchet straps
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The barometer's still dropping. Wind's backing west. She's sitting there with her ankle wrapped, not saying what she's thinking about the supply boat, about Tom's letter, about the crate we lost. I should check the generator lashings and the radio aerial before I turn in. And the door hinge — cedar wedge won't hold if the gusts hit sixty.
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🌿 Jenny21:45
I'll have the ladder ready, if I can stand.
sketch the pattern of the rain on the windowpane.
💭 peek at the thought
He thinks the island can be secured with straps, but the rot is always deeper.
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🔧 Kevin21:46
You hold the ladder. I'll climb.
check the ratchet straps on the generator, cinch down the loose one on the starboard side
💭 peek at the thought
She's not steady on that ankle. Climbing a ladder in this wind with a leg she can't weight — she'll end up back on the porch with worse than swelling. I'll do the roof check. She knows it. She's just trying to keep her hands busy.
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🌿 Jenny21:47
way be careful, the wood is slick with moss.
lean weight against the ladder, bracing it against the wind.
💭 peek at the thought
My ankle is screaming with every shift of weight, but I can't let fall.
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🔧 Kevin21:47
Hold it steady.
climb the ladder to the cottage roof, test each slate before weighting it, check the ridge tiles and flashing for lift
💭 peek at the thought
She's bracing a ladder on a sprained ankle in a rising gale. Stubborn as the bolts I'm tightening. The moss on the cottage roof is thick — slate goes slick as ice. One wrong foot placement and I'm through the conservatory roof or off the ridge entirely. But the generator's the only power we've got for the radio, the pump, the light. If it tears loose tonight, we're dead in the water until the supply boat. Which might not come.
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🌿 Jenny21:49
I've got it. way watch your feet.
brace my shoulder against the rungs, teeth grit against the pain in my ankle.
💭 peek at the thought
If the wind catches that ladder, we're both going into the brush.
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🔧 Kevin21:49
Ridge tiles lifted west end. Flashing peeled at chimney. Need tarp and battens. Now.
descend the ladder carefully, moving one rung at a time
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Her knuckles are white on the rungs. Rain's sheeting down the slates, turning the moss to grease. Ridge tiles at the west end are lifted — wind's been working them loose for weeks. Two cracked. One missing entirely. Flashing's peeled back at the chimney stack. Water's already tracking down the rafters. I can smell wet rot. This isn't a morning job. It's a right now job. But I've got nothing to patch with but the spare tarp and the last of the epoxy. And I'm thirty feet up on a wet roof with a woman holding the ladder who can't feel her foot.
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🌿 Jenny21:51
I'll get the heavy tarp from the shed. Stay there.
limp toward the shed, clutching the wall for support.
💭 peek at the thought
The storm is going to take the roof before we even get the tarp down.
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🔧 Kevin21:51
Meet you at the porch steps.
descend the ladder fully, cross the yard to intercept her at the shed doorway
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She's walking on an ankle that needed lancing three days ago. Infection's clearing but the tendons are still knitting. Every step on uneven ground in this wind is a risk she doesn't need to take. But she's already moving. Arguing wastes breath. The shed's twenty metres across the yard, door swings outward into the gusts. Heavy tarp's rolled by the back wall — thirty kilos wet. She'll drag it back alone if I don't meet her halfway.
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🌿 Jenny21:53
I'm fine, Kevin. way need the tarp.
reach for the rolled canvas, fingers trembling slightly from the cold and the fever.
💭 peek at the thought
He's standing too close. Like he's waiting for me to collapse.
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🔧 Kevin21:53
I'll carry. You lead.
take the heavy tarp roll from her grip, shoulder it, and follow her back toward the cottage
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Fingers trembling. Fever spiking again. She's burning through the last of the metronidazole and the doxycycline's done. The infection's not gone — it's just waiting. That tarp weighs thirty kilos dry, more soaked. She can't lift it, not one-handed with the wall for balance. If she drops it on the bad ankle, or the wind catches it and spins her, she's down. I take the load. She directs. That's how this works.
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