He served a few years in the Merchant Marine and so named his sons Anchor, Hawser, and Rudder. The names amused him. The boys didn’t come to much. The eldest killed a girl he was in love with, a crime of passion, you likely recognize the arc of the story.
The father grew water oaks strewn with epiphytes that looked like creatures of the sea. Bromeliads of many colors. The plants were bizarre and harmless. If you wanted to hurt the man, you hurt these.
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