holding a dead rabbit
I ask her if she actually shoots rabbits. “No,” she says, with a laugh. “My brother shoots them. I just go get them with my phone light.” She points to a thicket of shrubs. Going into them, she would say to herself: “” Up is spiders, down is snakes and rats. Fetching dead rabbits by the light of a smartphone is what this island girl does.
While I talk with them in the glowing island light, Howard arrives to say hi. They laugh and tease each other constantly. Howard is going shrimping in the Gulf. “Later, knucklehead,” he says to Juliette. “Bye. Love you, fool,” she banters. Chris warns: “Be careful. Good luck out on that boat.” They keep saying goodbye. Their teasing is testimony of their love. The ocean is dangerous, and returning is not a given.Imagine a vast, green island.
“Families never forget loyalty,” Juliette insists. “Never forget each other. If you need something, I’m there. That’s how we are.” Chris agrees. “I was blessed by people that when they knew I was in trouble they’d go, ‘Don’t worry, we got you.’”Lowland Kids
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