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We’re all a little broken inside, for different reasons. But we’re stronger together than apart.

Even when I was in the Navy, on a ship full of people, working with the other sailors in the galley, I felt alone. Everyone was doing their own thing, in their own world. Having your stuff in my place, mixed with mine, tripping over your boots . . . it reminds me that I’m not alone. That you’re here.

Zach is 6’ 6”.

“How are things with you? How’s your shoulder?”

“How’re your knees?” Linc countered.

Zach snorted. “About as good as they can be.”

“There’s your answer for me too then.”

think now you’re an honorary Lobsterite. That’s what we call those of us who live and work at Lobster Cove.

in the summer, no pots can be hauled on Sunday, yeah?

Uh-huh.

Far from simply standing there, watching work going on, captain of lobster boat had active role in harvesting. He was responsible for hooking pots, and Marit would help bring them on board. Then she took out lobsters, and Jonah would rebait and push them back overboard. It was smooth operation, and three of them worked together as if they’d been doing it for years, rather than just few short weeks.

I begged their dad to give me a girl, but his sperm insisted on producing boys.

Lobstering was a year-round job, but even more important in the summer months, when the weather was better and there was a greater demand from tourists.

As long as we’re taking care of our own issues and being good human beings, we shouldn’t care what others are doing. We can’t control them anyway. All we can control is ourselves.