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enough.”
“I’ll be with you too, Jenny,” added Eva.
Jenny looked with trepidation at the water, but resolved to go in.
In order to make Jenny feel more comfortable, Mike had gotten special clips for the snorkeling vests that connect to cords attached to the boat. That way they could reel themselves in quickly if the need arose.
Eva put a snorkeling vest on Jenny, and then one on herself while Mike threw rafts overboard. If Jenny got tired, she could cling to one of the rafts until she wanted to get back on board.
Like a true water baby, Jenny spit into her mask and then poured water over it. Eva helped her put on flippers and mask with a breathing tube. Mike had gone to a dive shop and gotten Jenny a pretty new pink mask.
Hearing a splash, Eva looked over and saw Mike was already in the water and waiting for Jenny. Jenny looked apprehensive as she flopped in her flippers over to the side of the boat. Carefully, Eva guided Jenny into the water.
At first, Jenny was a little unsure in the tumble of small waves rocking her, and flailed about until Mike pushed a raft under her. Once stabilized, Jenny calmed down and slowly became accustomed to the rhythm of the waves.
“Here I come,” squealed Eva, splashing into the water. She swam over to Jenny. “Let’s put our faces in,” she said to encourage her stepdaughter. Eva stuck her face in the water and observed the sea life swimming beneath her.
Several minutes later she lifted her head. “Jenny, did you see the sea turtle?”
“Yeah, it was so cool!” Jenny gushed. “Daddy, did you see it?”
“I sure did. She was so big, she must have been over a hundred years old.”
“Really?” squeaked Jenny, her eyes opening wider.
“I’d say so.”
“I want to look again, but I want to float around some. If I let go of the raft, will you stay with me, Daddy?”
“I think we can accommodate your wish. I’ll hold your hand on one side and Eva on the other. We won’t let you go. I promise. We’ll be a family flotilla.”
Jenny held one hand and then the other as each parent took hold. Before Mike and Eva could position themselves, Jenny was facedown in the water, pulling them along.
Eva could hear her squeals of delight she gleefully used her flippers to propel forward. This was a special day, and Eva believed Jenny was well on her way now to healing from her mother’s death.
From Beth’s pictures and letters, Eva knew she had loved the sea and would want her daughter to love it as well. And she knew absolutely that somewhere Beth was truly watching her daughter delight in the ocean again and approved.
Eva said a silent prayer. “Thank you, Beth Bishop, for letting me love Mike. I’ll do my best by him and Jenny. You can put your trust in me.”
This was going to be a photo album kind of a day. Eva just knew it.
22
M ary knocked on the trailer door. She heard muttering and the clang of a mop against a bucket. The door flung open to reveal a half-wet River holding a dripping mop.
“Mary!” River squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
“I knew you would be cleaning this filthy trailer by yourself today. Well, I just don’t think you’ll do a good enough job without a woman to help you.”
River stiffened at the implied insult. “I hope you are not saying that I’m dirty. My wife use to compliment me on my tidy manners.”
Mary snorted. “I’m not saying you’re dirty. I’m saying that men don’t know how to really deep clean a place.”
“What’s the difference between cleaning and deep cleaning? Cleaning’s cleaning.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I’m sure your wife knew the difference. Now stand aside. I brought my own tools with me,” replied Mary, holding up a cleaning kit filled with products and tools River hadn’t even known existed. She pushed River aside and put down her kit. Giving the trailer a quick perusal, Mary declared, “If you do exactly what I tell you, it shouldn’t take us more than three
“I’ll be with you too, Jenny,” added Eva.
Jenny looked with trepidation at the water, but resolved to go in.
In order to make Jenny feel more comfortable, Mike had gotten special clips for the snorkeling vests that connect to cords attached to the boat. That way they could reel themselves in quickly if the need arose.
Eva put a snorkeling vest on Jenny, and then one on herself while Mike threw rafts overboard. If Jenny got tired, she could cling to one of the rafts until she wanted to get back on board.
Like a true water baby, Jenny spit into her mask and then poured water over it. Eva helped her put on flippers and mask with a breathing tube. Mike had gone to a dive shop and gotten Jenny a pretty new pink mask.
Hearing a splash, Eva looked over and saw Mike was already in the water and waiting for Jenny. Jenny looked apprehensive as she flopped in her flippers over to the side of the boat. Carefully, Eva guided Jenny into the water.
At first, Jenny was a little unsure in the tumble of small waves rocking her, and flailed about until Mike pushed a raft under her. Once stabilized, Jenny calmed down and slowly became accustomed to the rhythm of the waves.
“Here I come,” squealed Eva, splashing into the water. She swam over to Jenny. “Let’s put our faces in,” she said to encourage her stepdaughter. Eva stuck her face in the water and observed the sea life swimming beneath her.
Several minutes later she lifted her head. “Jenny, did you see the sea turtle?”
“Yeah, it was so cool!” Jenny gushed. “Daddy, did you see it?”
“I sure did. She was so big, she must have been over a hundred years old.”
“Really?” squeaked Jenny, her eyes opening wider.
“I’d say so.”
“I want to look again, but I want to float around some. If I let go of the raft, will you stay with me, Daddy?”
“I think we can accommodate your wish. I’ll hold your hand on one side and Eva on the other. We won’t let you go. I promise. We’ll be a family flotilla.”
Jenny held one hand and then the other as each parent took hold. Before Mike and Eva could position themselves, Jenny was facedown in the water, pulling them along.
Eva could hear her squeals of delight she gleefully used her flippers to propel forward. This was a special day, and Eva believed Jenny was well on her way now to healing from her mother’s death.
From Beth’s pictures and letters, Eva knew she had loved the sea and would want her daughter to love it as well. And she knew absolutely that somewhere Beth was truly watching her daughter delight in the ocean again and approved.
Eva said a silent prayer. “Thank you, Beth Bishop, for letting me love Mike. I’ll do my best by him and Jenny. You can put your trust in me.”
This was going to be a photo album kind of a day. Eva just knew it.
22
M ary knocked on the trailer door. She heard muttering and the clang of a mop against a bucket. The door flung open to reveal a half-wet River holding a dripping mop.
“Mary!” River squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
“I knew you would be cleaning this filthy trailer by yourself today. Well, I just don’t think you’ll do a good enough job without a woman to help you.”
River stiffened at the implied insult. “I hope you are not saying that I’m dirty. My wife use to compliment me on my tidy manners.”
Mary snorted. “I’m not saying you’re dirty. I’m saying that men don’t know how to really deep clean a place.”
“What’s the difference between cleaning and deep cleaning? Cleaning’s cleaning.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I’m sure your wife knew the difference. Now stand aside. I brought my own tools with me,” replied Mary, holding up a cleaning kit filled with products and tools River hadn’t even known existed. She pushed River aside and put down her kit. Giving the trailer a quick perusal, Mary declared, “If you do exactly what I tell you, it shouldn’t take us more than three
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