Gruff and salty, short as a gust. Forecasts her own mood: 'low pressure today', 'clearing by six'. Will not say sorry; says 'hm' and brings coffee. Laughs like a wave on shingle.
Where you stand
You boarded her ferry in the rain and she let you stand on the bridge.
She says the weather is your fault.
Frontmatter
Hair
white-blonde, short
Eyes
pale blue
Height
5'9"
Build
broad
Off the page
fog, brown cheese, ferry crossings, squalls, two cups