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the bay.
What I donât estimate is the time it takes to get the boat back on the trailer when we arrive. All I want to do is jump over the side and race up to the mailbox. Instead, I have to stand in the water with Will and hold the boat while Grandpa goes off to get the car. When the trailer is backed in, the three of us have to wind in the rope. âItâs not an automatic winch,â Grandpa tells us. âJust use elbow grease.â Which is his way of saying hard work. Iâm sure it would be much easier without Grandmaâs weight on board.
When the boat is secure on the trailer, we hop in the car and Grandpa drives up the beach to the road. There is a cardboard carton sitting beside the post, and the flap of the mailbox is slightly open. My phone is there! Itâs in the same wrapping I put around it, but the plastic and paper is loose and, yes, it is fully charged! Fabulous! I know I should help Will and Grandpa but Iâve waited so long for this. I switch it to connections and press Jacquieâs number. The sign comes up. No service. That means no reception at the mailbox. Iâll need to go up to the house. I stand on the verandah and press again. No service. In the living room. By the garage. No service. I donât believe this!
I have to go up the hill. Thereâll be reception on high ground. I run past Will and Grandpa who are helping Grandma out of the boat, and I splash across the stream and go up the hill to the edge of the bush. No service.
When I arrive back at the house, Grandma is sitting on the couch with her feet up. She says, âHave you caught up on all the gossip?â
I canât answer.
âYouâre a bit young to be going deaf,â she shouts.
The tears come. I canât help it. âThereâs no â no cell phone reception in this stupid place!â
âNo what?â
I yell at her, âNo reception! This is the end of the earth! People donât live like this any more!â
She swings her feet off the footstool and stands up, holding on to the arm of the couch. Then she lurches towards me. I put my face against her shoulder and cry and cry. She pats me on the back. âLight the fire,â she says. âAfter dinner you can use our phone.â
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I tell Lissy she should never gamble because she has so much bad luck. She calls me a turd because she thinks Iâm being mean, but I honestly feel sorry for her. All this fuss about recharging the phone, and then she finds out thereâs no reception. Grandma, the Duchess of Tightpockets, amazingly offers her free toll calls to Queenstown, but none of Lissyâs friends are answering. The best she can manage is Mrs McKenzie whose twins had gone on a day trip to some cattle station. With luck as bad as that, I wouldnât even buy a raffle ticket if I were her.
I take back everything I said about a mild dislike of fish. The fried snapper is brilliant, especially now it looks like food and not some dead creature. Before dinner, I hosed down the boat while Grandpa put the gear away, and now weâre ready to take it back to the Hoffmeyers.
âThey wonât be there,â Grandpa says. âThey were going to the North Island this afternoon. But weâll take a bag of cod fillets and put it in their freezer.â
As we walk to the car, Grandpa looks up at the sky. It has misted over with a greyish-yellow look and the air is very still, a sure sign, he says, of an approaching storm. âItâll be here in the morning,â he tells me.
He drives us to the Hoffmeyersâ place, and backs the boat and trailer into the implement shed, at which point I remember him holding his chest when he tried to hitch the trailer to the car. So I jump out. âLet me try, Grandpa!â
âToo heavy for you, kiddo,â he says. âBut you can help.â
He puts down the jockey wheel on the trailer, then undoes the chain and clamps. We get on each
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