For five weeks Mac scrubbed every
inch of the pier and the bottoms of several boats until not a trace of the
diesel spill could be found.
Mac made one last trip up and down
the pier to make sure he didn’t miss anything. And then he put away all his
tools and made his way into the marina store to tell Sean he was through.
“Whaddya talkin’ about Mac? You’re
not through ‘til I say you’re through. I can’t believe my ears. The son of such
a fine sailor as RJ MacArthur quitting a job before it’s through.”
Mac cleared his throat. “Well sir,
I can’t find a lick of that spill anywhere…there’s nothing left for me to do.”
“Nothing left to do?” Sean narrowed
his eyes and made a noise that sounded like a growl. “Don’t ever let me hear
you say those words again. Got it?”
“Okay but—”
“You’ll always have something to
do if you just do the next thing.”
“The next thing…what next thing?”
“Don’t matter. Just find one thing
that needs doin’ and that’ll lead you to another. You won’t ever get done and
you won’t ever get bored. Do you understand?”
Mac nodded.
“Okay then. What’re you gonna do
next?”
Mac shifted his feet and lifted
his shoulders up and down. “I have no idea.”
Sean pulled in a deep breath.
“Okay, I’ll help you get started. But the next thing is up to you. Understood?”
From The Voice
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rage against them.
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