I get up early on my day off and jump in the shower. My A/C was broken and I’ve sweated all night under the miserable whisper of my ceiling fan. But the shower faucet coughs, spits out a few droplets, burps some air and then goes dead. The water has ran out. Again.
Yes, we do have a reverse osmosis unit to turn seawater into a very good quality fresh water. But it’s been broken for months. We also have six cisterns collecting rainwater. But the gutters are... yes, broken. And the cistern walls have been cracked by the fury of many hurricanes’ waves crushing against the house, so they wouldn’t hold the water very long any way. And any way, it hasn’t rained seriously in months.
So I swear silently in French, skip the shower and get dressed to go to the bank. Today is Thursday. The bank opens for five long hours. If I miss it today, it’ll go to next Monday. Twice a week is all we get, and that’s if the weather is good enough for Island Air to fly the two clerks in from the Brac...
















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