Dark Lightning (Thunder And Lightning) - Plot & Excerpts
“Avast below!” I called out, and Papa stood to the side as I kicked the rope ladder over the side of the terrace. Polly carried the box to the table inside as Papa clambered up. I held out a hand to help him, but he didn’t need it. He gave me a big hug, and I felt good in his powerful arms. Papa spends a lot of time in his boat when he’s visiting us, either sitting there with a fishing pole or, more often, rowing endless laps around the pond. His big hands are tough as leather, and he once described his arms as “Like Popeye the sailor man!” He says it helps him think, and it also helps him deal with stress. I wouldn’t have been surprised that morning to see him out rowing, as I doubt he’d ever been as stressed as he was yesterday. But another thing he does to deal with it is cooking, and he’s good at it. Much better than Mama. The difference is that he loves it, and she doesn’t. When Papa is in the bubble, half of our meals are delivered from restaurants all over the interior, or even from the commissary, where we take potluck of whatever’s on the steam tables that day.
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