I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO get back off the boat without breaking a leg or, at the very least, spraining an ankle. Okay, just do everything in reverse. Somehow, I managed to get both of my legs over the lifelines and was hanging on for dear life when a cat jumped up onto the boat, dashed past me, leaped back onto the dock, and darted off. I was so startled that I let go of the lifelines and ended up landing smack on my butt on the dock. Splinters in your butt are very awkward.
“Are you all right, sugar?”
I looked up and saw a woman, probably in her midthirties, staring down at me with concern. She was wearing a pink baseball hat with a long blonde ponytail pulled through the back and sporting a pink-and-white-striped T-shirt and pink shorts. Even her sneakers were pink. If I had to go out on a
