the keeper's cottage · day 834 · evening

The Evening Gathering

The sun fades but the heat remains a physical weight. You meet inside the cottage to prepare the evening meal.

The air in the cottage is thick with humidity, smelling of salt and woodsmoke. Outside, the sky is a seamless sheet of grey, and the tide is silently climbing the dock pilings, bringing the first scent of the coming rain.

🌿 Jenny02:27

The kettle is whistling. We need to eat before the rain actually starts.

Limp to the stove and set the tin of corned beef on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the tide, and the air is thick enough to swallow.

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🔧 Kevin02:27

Corned beef and limpets. Or just corned beef if the limpets need more time.

take the kettle off the stove and set two tin mugs on the counter

💭 peek at the thought

Watching her favour that leg. The poultice held through the splitting work but the heat's pulling at the swelling again. She won't say it hurts.

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🌿 Jenny02:29

Just the corned math. I'm too tired for shells tonight.

Open the tin of corned beef and reach for the way.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always thinking about the logistics of the food while I'm thinking about the salt.

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🔧 Kevin02:29

Corned beef it is. Water's hot.

pour water into the two mugs and set the tin on the stove to warm through

💭 peek at the thought

She said math. Means the fever's still sitting low. Or the exhaustion's finally caught up to the words.

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🌿 Jenny02:31

Thanks. I'm just going to sit for a second.

Lean against the kitchen counter and prop my swollen ankle up on a stool.

💭 peek at the thought

My own is screaming at every movement, and the humidity is making the skin feel tight.

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🔧 Kevin02:31

Eat first. Then you can sit all night.

slide a mug across the counter toward her and spoon corned beef into two bowls

💭 peek at the thought

Three days of antibiotics and the heat's still in that joint. She's too stubborn to lie down proper.

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🌿 Jenny02:33

I'm eating.

Take the bowl and look at the steam rising from the meat.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a bowl of food will fix the fact that the island is trying to rot my very bones.

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🔧 Kevin02:33

Kevin — sit opposite her at the table and start eating

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Food first. The rest can wait.

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🌿 Jenny02:35

It's quiet.

Take a small bite of the beef and watch him chew.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is heavier than the clouds outside. I can feel the pulse deep in my ankle.

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🔧 Kevin02:35

Barometer's steady. Wind's west. Nothing coming in on 2182.

keep eating, watching her face in the lantern light

💭 peek at the thought

She means the radio. Or the wind. Or the space between us that used to hold more words.

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🌿 Jenny02:37

The air is too heavy to move.

Wrap my hands around the mug and stare at the grey light through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

He's watching the numbers like they'll stop the sky from closing in.

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🔧 Kevin02:37

Rain'll break it. Always does.

finish the bowl and set the spoon down, not pushing

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the air. The letter's in my pocket. Six days. She knows. She always knows.

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