Andrea Carter

“I’ve always loved storms. Sometimes it helps to have a reminder that nature is the one with the real power and we’re merely going with the flow. I suppose in a way that’s what people get from religion. The comfort of thinking that someone else is in”
― Andrea Carter, Death at Whitewater Church

“boat at Whitewater and got aboard that way.” “What’s a pilot boat?” Phyllis laughed. “How long have you been in Inishowen?” “I know. I’m still learning.” “When a large ship enters an estuary, a local pilot is taken out to the ship in a small boat. The pilot then takes over from the captain and directs the boat up the estuary and into the harbor. There used to be a pilot station down at Whitewater, just below the church. I can’t believe you’ve never heard about the Sadie. Sure, that’s what happened to the Devitts.” I was confused. “I thought …?” At that moment my phone rang. I reached over to get it, checking the time before I answered it. I stood up quickly, nearly knocking my cup over. It was 2:05 p.m. “Ben, where are you?” It was Leah. “You’ve”
― Andrea Carter, Death at Whitewater Church