A dozen throws later, I concede that I'm not going to succeed this way. My makeshift lasso has ample range to reach but, the palm lying flat to the ground, I can't get the loop around. At the least, I need to snag a hand to have any hope of towing Juliana closer...
No...
A finger would do it...
It just needs a good hold...
Picking at the knot to my loop of rope, I unravel it. Irritatingly, the soaking in the water, or maybe the subsequent drying, has shrunk the cloth a little and the knot has tightened. It would do my soul good to curse and fling the wretched thing against the wall, but resisting my own temper, I work away at the snarl of tattered cloth and frayed threads until it unravels.
My thinking is frayed too...
Dehydration?
I treat myself to a break, unfolding stiff joints t
