there was a dead crab in the kitchen sink.
The owners were an older couple from Raleigh who’d already taken their insurance money and never wanted to see it again. They wanted $142,000.
That was a fortune to us. Nile made about forty thousand a year. I made twenty-two.
We stood on the broken porch at sunset. The water went pink, then orange, then gray. A pelican came down out of the sky and hit the water like a dropped rock.
“Nile,” I said. “We can’t afford this.”
“We
