* * *They ate breakfast on the verandah the next morning.
Susan poured the last of the coffee into their cups and said, "What are you going to do today?"
"Nothing that feels like work," Neal said. He stretched and yawned. "I was thinking about taking Kawika's boat out."
"Boat? Oh, right," Kawika had left behind an Avon inflatable with an outboard motor on permanent loan. For the last two and a half months it had languished in the storage space under the house. "Is it safe?"
"Sure. It has a couple of patches but it's fine."
Susan blew on her coffee and took a sip. "Where are you going to take it?"
"Just down there," Neal said, waving to the north. "See what they're doing. Want to go?"
They ferried everything down the path to the pickup truck and then drove down Mokolea Ro
