14. Sweet Departures
“Be sure to turn off the propane before you leave for Peel. How long are you gone for?”
“Hacki says about three weeks.”
Dan had parked outside the blue disaster. He lit a smoke, his eyes reflecting in the dashboard lights. They talked in the dark, through the open driver’s window. It was windy, but the rain held off. The weather prevailed from the southeast, which was a switch from the steady westerlies that had blown all the previous week. “The weather change,” Hacki had said, “will make the Peel Inlet run possible.”
“Well, see you when you get back. We’ll get up to Masset then and eat at their combo restaurant. In the meantime, don’t do anything stupid like get killed, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, Mom, it’s just loggin’. The Detour is a good boat — I’ll be okay.”
“Well,
