A man needs work to do, or he ain't no kind of man
The project was all but done. The building crew had done a hell of a job and the two story, U shaped boarding house had come together pretty fast once the framing was done and all the hands pitched in. Stu stood back from it on the path, admiring it for a spell. 12 rooms plus a common room for parties and Janie's clases and such. Seemed a long time coming, but he'd done what he set out to do. It was up and done before the baby made an appearance.
Stu wasn't much for introspection, as such, but it seemed fitting that in a year he'd rebuilt his life. He'd started out rebuilding the island that had come to be his home, then finding Jane and mending his heart. He done been here a year, and in all that time, it'd been pretty much stable...give or take them weird weekends. It wasn't nothing he'd call easy, but there were folks all around and for him, that was as good as could be. Wife, family, friends. A huge new place for folks like that, and folks who showed up and needed the hospitality.
Yep, standing on the path, listening to the wind and the critters and the far off break of waves, Stu was mighty pleased with his work. Maybe a bit with himself, too.
Stu wasn't much for introspection, as such, but it seemed fitting that in a year he'd rebuilt his life. He'd started out rebuilding the island that had come to be his home, then finding Jane and mending his heart. He done been here a year, and in all that time, it'd been pretty much stable...give or take them weird weekends. It wasn't nothing he'd call easy, but there were folks all around and for him, that was as good as could be. Wife, family, friends. A huge new place for folks like that, and folks who showed up and needed the hospitality.
Yep, standing on the path, listening to the wind and the critters and the far off break of waves, Stu was mighty pleased with his work. Maybe a bit with himself, too.