Chapter 63

Beau,

I tried just to get close enough to town to get a signal but I was forced to dock and wander into it. I fiddled with the phone trying to roam into casual places I could lean against and pretend I was doing something important so I would be left alone. Not many people searched us out but on the off chance someone did for an odd job to be done, or mindless chatter, I was trying to appear preoccupied.

I finally got a signal unfortunately close to the general store. I leaned against the old creole-style cottage building that had been morphed into the local quick shop. Filled with local produce and basic things like milk, eggs, bread, condiments, and such. They had a gas pump and Mrs. Blance's son Richie had a little makeshift garage off to the side where he repaired boat motors and other things. He was a wiz at it and really just learned it on his own.

I dialed Wyatt hoping the bunks were not overcrowded. Maybe they would all be at breakfast. We had discussed that I'd call this morn