Chapter Twenty-SevenThe Lady Phoenix slipped through the river, for the most part alone. Schools were long back in session, and the summer fishermen had their day jobs to do. But for a few boats secluded in a reedy cover here and there, Sam was alone on this stretch of the Mississippi.
The boat chugged, the steady thrum under the deck a calming vibration under his feet. He'd been out almost a week now, longer than he'd ever been before. Picking up supplies here and there upriver, gas and groceries. Maybe a little chit-chat at a marina with one of the older guys manning a bait shop. Staying away from TV or anything remotely like the Internet. Phone charging in the cabin but off. No phones, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury. He grunted. Ginger or Mary Ann. Black or cream. Ellie o
