I took a sip of my coffee while she dried her eyes. “Why exactly are you moving?”
“We can’t afford to keep the boat and our condo. We’d been renting out the condo, but the tenants just left. We thought about selling it and staying on the boat, but to be honest, we’re getting too old for all the work involved in boat ownership. So we decided to move into the condo and sell the boat. Things have been tight, so any money we can get for the boat would be a big help.”
Sandy groaned and rubbed her temples with her fingers. “Feels like I’ve got another one of my headaches coming on.”
“Oh, no! Can I get you anything?”
“Would you mind? There’s a bottle on the counter in the head.” I must have looked confused. “The head is what we call the bathroom. Just down the passageway before the aft cabin.
