AFTER REASSURING SCOOTER that his forehead was fine, we decided to sit in the cockpit and have sundowners. Scooter had to explain what they were, but once he did, it made sense—a drink that you had while the sun went down. This was the kind of boating tradition I could really get into.
It was a pleasant evening, which was a relief after the hot, sticky day. A cool breeze blew off the water, causing the palm trees to sway gently. We sipped on our gin and tonics and watched the dolphins play in the bay. Scooter sighed with contentment. “This is what it’s all about. This is why I bought Marjorie Jane for you. Moments like this. Relaxing in the cockpit, sipping on a sundowner with my best girl.”
It was almost enough to make me forget that having a sailboat had never been at the top of my wis
