“ . . . Before this whole disaster, I used to be a commercial fisherman. The fish I caught and prepared were beyond whatever you think cantaloupe is capable of . . .”
She was right, he couldn’t say on his own for much longer. He was getting older and sloppier.
“Maybe you’re right. I’m gonna finish up here and head back to camp, you should get going, gonna be dark soon.”
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⠀ ❝You are our family, Kenny. He has to worry and so do I! Besides, you need to stop being alone.❞
She lightly poked his cheek before letting him go, crossing her arms as a brow was raised. ⠀
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She moved a hand up to lightly pat his head, laughing softly as she does so. ⠀
⠀ ❝I’ll go tell Lee you’re okay, Kenny. He was quite worried about you.❞
A smile grew on her face, hugging him tightly as she lightly squeezed him. ⠀
⠀ ❝Have to check on my uncle once in a while.❞ She said, swaying the both of them.
“I just . . .
Thanks Lee. When it came to Duck . . . I just couldn’t do it.”
Some tears begin to form in his eyes causing him to wipe them away with the sleeve of his jacket.