Sometimes two crabs would be feeding at the same time and both would come up together and continue to fight in the bucket. Scrabbling and scratching against the metal. Gurgling and smelling like salt water and seaweed and…wet crabs. The girls happily pulled in crab after crab, going through all the bait quickly.When the bucket was full, Lee stood, rubbed his leg and stretched out the stiffness. “This ought to please your mama and Posey,” he declared. “Let’s pack up and go back.”
Sally got up and twisted a few times while Lulu looked over at the bucket once more and announced, “Yes, mama will be pleased.”
“You’re terrific crabbers! Wish we could take a picture of your catch. I bet your daddy would like to see how well you did today.”
The little one shot him a look he didn’t understand, though he never really could read her expressions. Lulu’s chin lowered to her chest.
“Our Daddy was lost at sea. He’s in heaven with Jesus now.”Lee had no words. His voice choked in his throat and he closed his eyes at his stupidity.