were slits and his fingers were the size of sausages . He burped when I laid him on the bank .’
I drove Mom nuts because I refused to bath , just in case my fingers turned into sausages too .
That ’ s what keeps me up at night . My Jesse deformed and monstrous . A swollen , fleshy sack of seawater and boat petrol .
The woman had fallen asleep . I untangled myself from her and crept outside . A milky sunrise glowed over the horizon . Shrouding myself in beach towel , I sat on the porch and rearranged the pebbles with my toes . I drifted and lapsed into daydreams . Jesse used to come out here to think . He ’ d have heated conversations with his bosses . He hated them all . So , after a run-in about budget cuts and limited fishing equipment , he would come out here .