The Night Before the Arrival
The wind howls louder as the sun sets, and you and Jenny retreat to the cottage to wait out the night before the boat's approach.
The wind howls through the palm fronds, a loud, rattling sound that fills the humid air of the morning. The tide is steadily rising, lapping at the pilings of the dock. Inside the cottage, the air is thick with the scent of salt and medicinal salves as Jenny sleeps through a fever, her ankle throbbing beneath the bandages.
I'm okay. Just... leave the lamp.
Lean heavily on the drift cane to shuffle into the bedroom and collapse onto the cot, pulling the wool blanket up to my chin.
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Lamp's staying. Call if you need anything.
Sit at the kitchen table with the medical kit and count remaining antibiotic doses, then set a mug of water to cool beside her cot.
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Thank you.
Close my eyes and let my head sink into the pillow, listening to the wind rattle the shutters.
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Kevin — write the current antibiotic counts in the radio notebook, then pull the spare radio battery from the shelf and check its charge.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.