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.
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