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Martin remembered her skillset. She was good with details. Suddenly he remembered something he heard at church on Sunday while he was chatting with his friend, Hunter Jacobs. His aunt ran a campground, and was looking for someone to help her in the office a few days a week.

“I can’t promise anything, but I heard about a job at a campground office. It’s part-time, but it could be a start,” Martin said.

“Where?”

“Tybee Island. It’s not on the beach, but near it.”

“Pete, go apply to MacMuscles and see if they hire you and I’ll apply to this place.” Angelina turned to Martin. “Campground? They rent cabins and such?”

“I think they have yurts.”

“Yurts?” Pete helped Angelina put away their plates. “If we sell this houseboat, we could buy an RV and live on the campground. Save some money.”

“If God wants us to do this, we’ll do it,” Angelina said. “I almost forgot to say we need to pray about this first, but then again, we have been praying for God to deliver us from our financial difficulties.”

“Yep. And in the middle of it, we got a call from you, saying you’d like to come down here for a few days, for old time’s sake.” Pete nodded to Martin. “I’m glad you could have lunch with us. I know it’s hard for you since it’s been a long year, but I hope you found our friendship comforting to you.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“And that we haven’t unloaded our personal issues on you.” He glanced over to Angelina, loading the dishwasher.

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” Angelina quipped.

“That’s for sure.” Martin carried two goblets back to the kitchen. “We do have a turnover of mechanics. So apply for the job and see. I will mention this to Dad, but I won’t sway him one way or another.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“He already knows that you helped Corinne when she was here in Key Largo. Dad appreciates compassionate people.”

Pete nodded. “I still can’t get used to her being called Corinne.”

“She will always be Dinah to me.” Angelina chuckled. “But what’s in a name? God knows our real names.”

“Indeed.” Martin asked Angelina if she wanted him to pour the rest of the iced water from the goblets on a plant or something.

“Your mother taught you that?” Angelina asked as she told him about her container plants on the deck outside the living room.

“My stepmother, actually. She doesn’t waste.”

“That’s good.”

Martin went outside and poured the ice out onto a rosemary bush and a tomato plant. They looked healthy and well-watered. The tomato plant hadn’t flowered yet.

Under the containers, the small deck floated on top of the waterway. Beyond the waterway, the water flowed toward the ocean, which Martin couldn’t see from here. A couple of boats chugged by, and Martin waved to them.

Key Largo was a nice place to visit, but could he live here?

Even as he asked himself that question, he knew he couldn’t without Corinne.

Not without her.

Then again, he knew he had to let her go.

Chapter Thirty-Three

It didn’t take much time for Pete and Angelina to pack up, sell their houseboat, buy a recreational vehicle, and move to Tybee Island. They parked their RV at Jacobs Landing Glamping Camping, and Angelina found a job at the manager’s office working for Delilah Jacobs, who ran the campground.

Martin knew about the campground because some of the Jacobs family members attended Riverside Chapel. Delilah’s nephew, Hunter, was once in the same Sunday school class as Martin before Hunter married and switched to a class for young marrieds. Apparently, Hunter had been the one to make his aunt drop the apostrophe in the name of the campsite if Delilah refused to call it Jacobs’s Landing.

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