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cod, pale brown. âToo little,â she says. âTake it off the hook and throw it back.â
I wrap the cloth around its belly and gently ease out the hook. As I throw the cod into the sea, there is a splash, a flash of silver and the little fish disappears.
âWhat was that?â
âWhat was what?â Grandma asks.
âA big fish, silver, maybe itâs a shark.â
âBarracuda!â she calls to Grandpa.
âFlaming barracudas!â he yells. âLines up, everyone. No use fishing when the barracudas are around. Weâll try somewhere else.â
We all wind in our lines and put the rods in their holders.
âHey, laddie!â Grandpa calls. âYou pull up the anchor. Your sister can take the wheel.â
Melissa takes off her hat, scoops her hair back and puts the hat back. âDonât worry, Grandpa. I can do the anchor. Let Will drive the boat for a while.â
Cool! I go up to the skipperâs seat.
She gives me a cheeky grin. âYour turn, snot-face,â she says.
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Grandma catches a snapper so big that Grandpa has to bring it into the boat with a net on a pole. âItâs not snapper territory here, but she always does it.â He taps his nose with his finger. âDonât know how. Magic maybe, she always was a cranky witch.â He laughs and calls to Grandma. âYou hear that? A cranky witch!â
âEnvy wonât get you anywhere, you silly old fool!â she yells back. âAre you going to fillet it? Or do you want me to do that too?â
âI might just chuck it back overboard,â he says, âseeing itâs too big for the pan.â
She snorts. âThatâd be more than your life is worth.â
Grandpa lifts the snapper onto the board, and with a spoon, takes off the scales.
He cuts a huge fillet from each side, puts them in the salt water with the cod flesh, and throws the snapper head after them. âLot of meat in that head,â he says. âBest part of the fish.â He stands up straight, putting his hand in the small of his back. âAll done, snapper-witch!â he yells.
âIâll put a spell on you!â she yells back.
âWoman, you did that years ago. If you hadnât, Iâd have walked right past you.â
I wish they wouldnât do this. Will says itâs all an act, but I see fight in their faces. Theyâre like hissing cats, fur prickling with electricity, then laughter, then sparks again. They donât care whoâs listening. And please donât think Iâm being goody-goody. I understand that itâs perfectly natural for a couple to argue when they are getting to know each other, although when I find the right partner, I am sure that wonât happen. He and I will discuss things while holding hands, which is some extremely good advice I read in a magazine. You canât fight while holding hands, it said. Our differences will never become rows.
I never knew Mumâs father, but her mother, my Granny Margaret, is very calm and gentle and romantic in her own quiet way. Every time she changes the sheets on her bed, she also changes her husbandâs bed, although heâs been dead nearly sixteen years. That is so sweet. I think I will be like her.
Grandma is having a go at Grandpa. Sheâs out of her seat, calling him names. He comes back to stow away the tackle box and when he passes her, he reaches around and pinches her on â oh, thatâs so gross!
Fortunately, I need to pull the anchor up again. The chain and rope get stowed under the hatch, and by then Grandma and Grandpa have had to stop yelling at each other because the motor is going and they canât hear.
Itâs midday and we pass around the meat sandwiches. Will is steering us towards the Sounds and I canât help but think of the mail delivery. It has taken us two hours to get out here, so I suppose it will be the same going back to