WHILE I WAS NAPPING, Scooter had texted to say that he and Ben were working on the boat, installing one of the new toys he had purchased at Melvin’s Marine Emporium. Calypso music was blaring from the speakers when I got there. It brought back memories of the island where Scooter and I had honeymooned. It was the kind of music that made you want to kick off your shoes and dance on the beach.
Scooter and Ben were on deck, surrounded by toolboxes. Their heads were stuck in what Scooter called an “anchor locker,” where the anchor chain was stored. I thought of it more as Marjorie Jane’s jewelry box. After all, Scooter was planning on buying a lot of expensive, sparkly chain to store in there. I could make out some swearing from inside. I guess the guys weren’t exactly in a festive, dancing k
