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Camille didn't sleep well the night of the hurricane. Perhaps it was her sweaty body sticking to the bedsheets, or her hair getting stuck to her neck, or maybe the pounding of a branch on the glass window. No, no. The real reason she couldn't sleep was that JJ was snoring right in her ear on the pullout couch they shared at John B's house. When Camille moved in, there were no extra rooms to give, but she didn't mind. She stuck to the pullout couch.
However that meant she had to constantly share with JJ, who was always around too. You would think she'd gotten used to his snoring. Wrong. She often found herself contemplating putting a sock in his mouth over the night, but she never did it. So, she slept with the melody of JJ's loud snoring right next to her ear.
"Yo, JJ, Cami. You been outside?" She could hear John B ask but she was simply still too tired to even respond. She opened her eyes when she felt a cushion strike her on her head, which made her sit up.
Camille looked at John B, "Look at us and infer if we have or haven't been outside." She blinked, staring at him, who simply shrugged.
"I have polio, bro. I can't walk." JJ answered John B's previous question. Camille grabbed the cushion and hit him with it before she walked to the bathroom.
Camille never took long to get ready, especially in summer, when all she had to do was change into a swimsuit and put on a pair of shorts. She walked outside the bathroom, tying the back of her bikini. "Need any help? I'm better taking them off though." JJ teased from in front of the fridge.
She only rolled her eyes at his comment before looking at the beer in his hand. "Do you even know what time it is, JJ?" She raised her brows. He walked closer towards her, looking down at her and burping in response. "You're disgusting," Camille smacked his arm, he laughed loudly.
They both headed outside where John B was picking branches off the HMS Pogue. "Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ looked around outside, leaning on the railing of the porch.
The day wasn't a sunny one like usual, the clouds perched in the sky covering most of it. Camille wasn't expecting a bright day, for Hurricane Agatha was now finishing her exit. Thunder was still rumbling lowly in the distance, and it would surely rain later in the day. A bitter hurricane aftertaste.
"What you thinkin'?" JJ asked the Routledge, noticing he was deep in his thoughts. "I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab." John B replied shortly.
"What about DCS? Wasn't that today?" JJ furrowed his eyebrows. Camille chimed in, "Yeah, maybe they wouldn't approve of you skipping on them." She stated the obvious.
"Nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry," John B shrugged, shaking his head.
JJ and Camille glanced at each other before turning to look at John B. "Come on, think about it. It's God tellin' us to fish." John B grinned at the other two. "The fishing gods have spoken." Camille shrugged, walking over to help clean the boat.
