Chapter Two I watch each ship that comes in our harbor, wondering what news or presents will come our way from the outside world. We are remote enough that we have little but infrequent radio contact. It certainly isn’t the top 40’s radio I’m familiar with at home. I guess I was never much interested in that anyway. When a tall and angular young man steps from the 40 foot schooner, I can feel my heart pounding rapidly. On this day, Lydia is elsewhere when the ship docks, so she doesn’t have first peek at the new men who will likely stay here a few nights before moving on. I’m blushing when this brown-haired fellow smiles at me. “I didn’t expect to see anything so pretty in a place like this,” he says as he walks by me with a crate of food in his arms. I stare for a moment at his brawny