"Ohh she was mad. I mean flipper slapin' mad. I was on the bow, my husband at the helm; mom was submerged fetching a snack for the little fella, afloat, all alone, on our rhumb line. I screamed, he screeched, my husband spun the wheel and our bow wave surfed the little guy back into mama's arms. We circled, my husband apologized and she gave me the 'I understand' look that, well, most women understand."
V Rae
available 20" x 30" $450