I needed to talk this through with someone objective. The trawler lights were on and the door was open. I leaned over the handrail and knocked on a window. A moment later Elizabeth appeared in the doorway. “How’d it go?” she asked. “I need to talk.”...
She’d been waiting up for me, listening for my footsteps on the ramp. “Come in sweetie,” she said. “You look awful. Want something to drink? I have wine, vodka, Kahlua…” “Vodka and Kahlua, please.” I sank onto the settee and leaned my elbows on the ...
I knocked on the starboard window and waited. Kirk is a marketing analyst and a sensitive, if slightly macho, guy. His son, Jonathan, lived with him until he went away to college, but he comes home during the summer months. Kirk’s father also makes frequent visits to the marina, but I’ve never se...