harbour . I had forgotten that I had brought her home . She soothed me like a mother , as I stared into the dark .
I thought about what he looked like in the dream and how my brain had been kind to me . He was soaked through and his skin was a bit slimy but apart from that , he was still my Jesse .
My father found a dead body once . More to the point , a dead body that had been left to stew in water .
He had come back from a fishing trip in a terrible state . I remember Mom thinking he was ill . His face was green like pickle juice and his shirt had drowned in sweat .
After a few minutes of him talking in fragments , Mom made me go to my room . I pretended to shut my bedroom door and curled up on the landing .
After Dad settled with a cup of tea in his hands , Mom got it out of him . He had cast a line in his favourite