The Wreck of the Witch Hazel

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“Hazel’s Marina to Witch Hazel. Hazel’s Marina calling Witch Hazel, over.”

“This is Witch Hazel, go ahead, Suzanne.”

“Joe, you’ve been out there for seven hours. Why don’t you let it go until tomorrow, over?”

“I won’t be much longer, Suzanne. I think I’ve figured out how to get this thing off the bank, over.”

“I still don’t understand how you put it up there in the first place, Joe, over.”

“Never mind that, Suzanne. I’m going to get her floating again tomorrow, don’t you worry, over.”

“OK, Joe. Anyway, I wanted to let you know there’s a message on the machine for you. Someone from Exxon Mobil wants you to call him. What’s that all about, over?”

“I didn’t want to tell you until I knew it was going to work out, Suzanne. We just aren’t making it with this marina, and now that Witch Hazel’s on the bank I haven’t been able to do any fishing. I applied for a captain’s job, over.”

“Well, I have been worried about our finances, Joe. I think it’s a good idea to find something else, at least for a while. I hope they’re calling with good news. Why don’t you come on home and we’ll celebrate. I’ve got a pitcher of martinis waiting for you, over.”

“OK, Suzanne, I’m on my way. Keep ’em chilled till I get there, over.”

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