Patty loves her, more she respects her. Lenora is after all part of the family.
Patty heaves the running tackle jibing the boom, to tack against the wind.
Tolly is prone with both hands gripping the capstan, awaiting orders to shorten the halyard close hauling the foresail.
Tolly’d purchased boat shoes, shorts, and a polo shirt for this excursion, his exposure to sailing. He craves a performance without errors.
“Back the jib,” cries Patty.
Tolly cranks furiously.
Patty laughs down to her toes, “I’d love you anyway, darling” she bawls.
Tolly has strong doubts.