the keeper's cottage · day 811 · evening

Evening before the storm

The first heavy drops of rain hit the dust-covered porch as Kevin and Jenny meet for the evening meal. The air smells of ozone and wet earth.

Kevin and Jenny shared a quiet evening meal of corned beef and limpet broth on the cottage porch as rain fell steadily. Kevin checked the northeast garden wall trench line from below after dark, confirming water was draining properly. Jenny remained on the porch, too weak to assist, and they both retired early.

🌿 Jenny13:53

It's finally coming down. Maybe the soil will be soft enough to work on the trench tomorrow.

Lean back against the stone wall and wince as the leg shifts.

💭 peek at the thought

way, the pressure is dropping, but my ankle feels like it's in a vice.

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🔧 Kevin13:54

Ground'll take a day to soften proper. Don't go back up there tomorrow.

ladle corned beef and limpet broth into two tin mugs, set one beside her on the porch step

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's a relief but her ankle's not right. She's pushing it too hard on that slope.

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🌿 Jenny13:55

I'll stay on the porch. The garden is a mess of weeds anyway.

Take the mug with shaking hands, letting the warmth seep into my palms.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, of course, but the seeds aren't waiting.

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🔧 Kevin13:56

Drink it slow. I'll check the trench line from below after dark — see if the water's moving right.

sit on the step beside her, mug between knees, watching the rain sheet off the roof

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shaking. Fever or just exhaustion? Either way she's not walking that ridge tomorrow.

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🌿 Jenny13:57

Just don't get yourself soaked. The fever is already high enough.

Take a sip of the salty broth, watching the steam rise in the dark air.

💭 peek at the thought

If the water doesn't drain, the whole wall will blow out.

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🔧 Kevin13:58

Mm.

blow across the mug, sip, feel the salt and fat hit the hollow in my gut

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. My fever's not the one that matters. But I'll take the broth and the truce.

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🌿 Jenny13:59

I'm starving for something more than salt.

Reach into my pocket and touch the cold metal of grandmother's seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so quiet when he's thinking about the island.

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🔧 Kevin14:00

We've got flour. Could make damper if the rain holds through morning.

finish the broth, set the mug down, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking of the garden that isn't there. Of the sensory garden she described eleven months ago. Of the life we were supposed to build.

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🌿 Jenny14:01

If the rain holds, I'll help with the wood.

Watch the rain splash in the dirt, counting the rhythm as it hits the stone.

💭 peek at the thought

Damper sounds good, but I can't think about planting right now.

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🔧 Kevin14:02

You'll sit. I'll split the spruce rounds tomorrow.

stand, stretch the stiffness from my shoulders, head for the woodpile under the eaves

💭 peek at the thought

She can't walk the porch steps without bracing. She'll try anyway.

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