That this was her last trip on the Lulu Belle made the time even more bittersweet as she stared at her newest painting. She sank down into the chair and stared at the wall in Froget’s old cabin. The painting of him was so real, she felt like she could reach out and touch him. A single tear coursed down her face as she remembered the first morning after he had started as her co-pilot. He had come up to the bridge in a very grumpy mood. When she asked him what was wrong, he had exploded, saying he hadn’t slept all night because he kept trying to eat the damn red and black bugs that were all over his walls.
“My tongue is so sore I can barely talk straight,” he had mumbled.
She wiped at the second tear that fell and chuckled. He hadn’t been lying. His tongue had hung out of the side of his m
