I remember being sorry to see Hughie go, but I know I was looking forward to launching the Bobby and thus having another source of transportation. Deb and I smoothed the rough surface left by the dried putty with sandpaper. Then we taped the line we had drawn so that it coincided with the waterline. I figured a carefully defined waterline would make our bottom painting look more professional when finished. I stirred the paint and we both had our own brush and a small plastic container for the paint. Rather than taking one end and both painting towards the middle, we thought it made more sense for each to take a different side and paint the whole thing that way. I remember saying something like, "Deb, have you noticed that this wood is so dry it's like painting a sponge?" I applied the paint to the surface and it soaked into the grain before I could reload my brush. While I had hoped that it would be a simple task to get Bobby back into action, I then realized that it was a bigger job than I expected. We would need another liter of paint and apply a second coat to seal the majority of the leaks. At least I felt like we were making progress. Mom and Betsy were still at the cabin, but there was talk of their upcoming move to the island. Deb had spent a few nights with Mom, and now that Hughie was gone, it was my turn. Because Mom had health issues, she took prescription medications to control her condition. Mom waited until five o'clock each evening for her cocktail, but when there was a long delay before dinner, the evening was difficult. This was before doctors understood the combined effects of mixing alcohol and medications, which in Mom's case reduced her ability to get to Comfort Island as soon as possible. Two days later, Betsy and Mom moved to Comfort. I looked up the date in Dad's diary and found it was July 12th. Before I had access to these journals, I would have guessed that Mom and Betsy had spent the entire two months that summer at the Chalet. When I reported my discovery to Betsy, she was surprised to learn that their total stay off the island was only three weeks. She revealed that she and mom played so much gin rummy and Honeymoon Bridge in those three weeks that she had permanently lost her taste for card games. Dad, Deb, Betsy and I prepared for the move. I had worked on the lawn and on the beach. Deb and Betsy bought paint and curtains. Dad had supervised while Gerald Slate fixed various plumbing problems, plugged holes in the ceilings, and did general cleaning. Mom reluctantly agreed to a trial.