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pressure ratchets up too much, then Captain McCray just floats us downstream a bit to another portion of public land and then they have to start the process all over again. It could take up to a year or more for the court process to get us to leave one particular neighborhood. This will make the third move since I started living on the Persephone, we float every couple months downstream to find a new mooring location.
    That was one of the first things Captain McCray would pound into any new tenants. If the barges aren't where you left them when you went ashore travel downstream until you find them again.
    I trudged through the snow that had turned into a slurry of wet slush during the day. A few blocks downstream nestled in an outcropping of trees at the bank, I came upon the flotilla. I grinned at the sight of the Captain, who was driving one of the two steel poles into the riverbed to lash the barges to. He swore like a sailor as he drove it down a centimeter at a time with his fence post driver.
    I reached out and was just able to grab the ridge of the boat deck that is slightly raised from the actual deck of the boat and hopped on board. Then I walked over to the stern and handed the mooring line to the Captain when he finished and threw the driver down onto the deck. He absently took the line from me then tied us off.
    He stopped beside me as he walked past, looking straight ahead and not at me and then the man actually grinned before he hopped over to the Tennessee. I raised my voice to comically say to his back, “You're welcome,”
    I shook my head and said, “Men!” I heard the bloke chuckle as he checked the lines lashing the barges together. Then I walked back over and heaved with all my might and got the plank across to land so the other Persephone tenants could get aboard easily.
    I heard a whimper and I stepped over and tapped at Mrs. Thatcher's door. She opened it and I smiled at the silver-haired, underweight woman, in a pink flannel nightgown. She always looked so frail and brittle to me, but she always had a smile on her face.
    I said, “I dropped the gangplank. Sounds like Terminator needs to do his thing. I can take him for you.”
    She grinned and reached out and cupped my cheek with a cold hand. “Bless you Tabitha. He's been waiting for us to get parked again.”
    I grinned as I bent and scooped up the long haired chihuahua who was about to explode from excitement at seeing me. I chuckled. “Moored, Mrs. Thatcher. Moored.”
    She handed me a plastic baggie and waved me off with a dismissive gesture and that wry smile that all elderly women share. “Tish tosh, whatever dear. I don't need to know all those silly boat terms.”
    I grinned in spite of myself and turned back and went down to the shore with the little dog who was very picky which of the trees he was going to claim as his. Once he finished that and then did his other business, I gathered it up into the little baggie and sealed it. I scooped him up and went back up onto the Persephone and dropped the baggie into the tiny bin by Mrs. Thatcher's door. I opened her door and scooted the little troublemaker in and shut the door behind me.
    I heard Mrs. T call out as I entered my own cabin, “Thank you so much Tabitha, you are an angel,” I started to wind down from my day at work, obsessing over my meeting with that green-eyed woman in the storage room. I'm still not quite sure what had happened there. She was bloody intimidating.
    Then I heard the straining of a motor and the lights started flickering. Yes, power! I plugged in my devices then huddled near the stove pipe to warm up a bit. I worked on my music and opened the little styrofoam cooler stuffed in the opposite corner. I pulled out some bread and peanut butter and made dinner. I grabbed one of the apples and sighed as I sliced pieces onto the sandwich then ate the rest. I'd have to make a run to the grocery soon, I was almost out of everything.
    It was dark when the generator