Mr. Hines nodded, eyes on his hands and then on hers. “I’ll be there,” he said. “I’ll bring cones.”
Across the room, Luke was teaching Liam how to loop a rope and stow it so it doesn’t tangle when you need it. Liam tried, failed, tried again, succeeded, and beamed as if someone had handed him a new instrument and said you can keep this; just promise to play it when it’s loud outside. Zoe stood with June and Doc at the whiteboard where someone had scrawled a list that read: Free classes—first Saturdays—Hands Only CPR; Basic Knots; How to Build a Human Chain; What to Put in Your Trunk. Rook wrote Redundant is our friend underneath and underlined it once.
The wrecker operator poked his head in. “Bridge is closed until inspections,” he reported. “County’s sending engineers with clipboards and coffee.” He tipped his chin at Luke. “Your crew coming to the debrief?”
