The Cackling Crone and Sawhorse Marilyn aboard the Boston Whaler
Back to the report of the Cackler’s visit. A Sunday lunchtime drink and a bracing walk home still hadn’t exhausted the Cackler. When Sawhorse Marilyn offered a trip around the bay on her Boston Whaler she jumped at the chance, donned her fleece and her kagoule, and was at once ready to ride the waves.Home just before dusk, the sisters decided to remain rugged and outdoorsy and lit a fire in Andy’s firepit in the Crone’s front yard. The Crone collected kindling while the Cackler got busy with the matches. Sawhorse Marilyn turned up with some crab dip and crusty bread and it seemed as good a time as any to open a bottle of wine and watch the sun go down over Itchy Ankle.
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