I have never been so worried in all my life. My insides felt knotted, and every muscle in my body was tense. All my thoughts were jumbled. Even the times I had worried about my father, the times when he was on his boat during the beginning of a storm, were nothing like this. This felt as though my entire life was in jeopardy.
I wouldn’t leave the bait shop, no matter how many times neighbors kindly suggested that I wasn’t doing any good just waiting around. Dad tried to reason with me. He suggested that I go home and make some brownies or something to feed the men when they got in. I refused every word.
I stayed right there next to the docks so I could see them when they first got in. There was no way that I was going home to wait until the men told me all was well. I wanted to see for myself.