Eight
Fresh Meat
Benny Ackerman, his gorgeous partner Amalie, and their tiny baby Sativa (yes, after the strain of m*******a) stroll off the noon ferry with smiles wide enough to light the night sky. In Rupert’s continued absence, I’ve commandeered his Tesla. The trunk has barely enough room for their hand-carried luggage, which includes an exceptional amount of baby gear.
Remind me to never have children.
The rest of their stuff is in our EV supply truck that just off-loaded and will meet us at their new place. I like this system better—having to ask Finan for use of his rig was not something I wanted to do today. We had just enough room in the weekly shipment from the mainland to load the Ackermans’ household belongings, terrific as this means I don’t have to coordinate a spot for th
