Chapter Two
BOATLESS BOATHOUSE
Mon. July 11th
Bonjour Meme,
I decided not to wait to test the key. I got up with the sun rising and set out for the rock fissure and the building on the other side of my island.
I was worried; maybe more so than when I feared the mother sea lion. My hands trembled, and I dropped the key, not once, or twice, but three times. The key fits. And the key turned. But the deadbolt didn't release the door, or so I thought.
Meme, if I hadn't struggled, trying to pull the door open, using all my weight, I wouldn't have known that the door was wedged in the door frame.
When the door opened, I walked into a large boathouse that's roughly 15 paces in length and 12 paces wide, with a deep boat well seven-paces in length. And to the right of the doorway, a large L-shaped stainless-steel countertop, up against the wall.
There are several fishing nets, ropes, and life jackets hanging on the inside front wall, to the left of the door. And under the stainless-steel countertop there are several toolboxes and tackle boxes. And stacked against the back wall are several crab and shrimp pots of different sizes and shapes.
But there isn't a boat in the boathouse boat well.
Life wouldn't be that easy.
Until we talk again, be well, Meme.