She got several bites in before her stomach rumbled angrily. Instead she just took off the plastic and stacked slices of meat between cracker-sliced bits of cheese. Still, she forced herself to take some cheese and deli meat out of the refrigerator drawer. Nothing else looked even remotely appealing. The siren song of cookie dough ice cream in the freezer was nearly overwhelming, but she knew that wouldn’t help her keep her strength up. She yanked open the refrigerator, looking for something even remotely healthy. “I know how difficult this has been for you, but you’veĪnd then stumbled to the kitchen. “You need to have a funeral for Mark,” Meredith stressed, reaching out to grasp Sally’s hand. It was turning out to be an even bigger mistake than she’d thought it would be. Still, she understood everyone’s concern, which was why, against her better judgment, she’d finally agreed to have lunch with Meredith. The truth was, she wasn’t yet ready to talk about Mark with anyone. People appeared to be worried that she was going to become some sort of recluse. She hadn’t wanted to go, but everyone-including her parents- had been bothering her about getting back into her life. Sally was having lunch out with her friend Meredith. If the man was on a rowboat, that meant either the man’s ship was nearby or else civilization was. His consternation quickly gave way to excitement. We’re saved! That’s all that matters to me right now.” As the boat came closer, Mark realized it wasn’t even anything as grand as a fishing boat. It looks pretty old.” “It could be the boat Saint James and Saint John were in when the Lord called them to be apostles and I wouldn’t care. “ Don’t you dare say fish.” “I don’t know, Dave. It was a small ship, and eventually they could make out what appeared to be its sole occupant.
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