Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

Judah’s not sure if his lesson resonates with his sister. Ava is tiny baby, after all. She didn’t understand anything and it was really all up to her big brother to teach her all the important stuff. But as she desecrates another crab with a shatter of calcified shell, the young boy watches to see that she’s mindful of her actions- those that will be seen and judged by God.

Her shriek is not playful. It is a rabid, a shrill laughter in his ears that reverberates throughout his mind. He scrunches his nose in disgust.

“You better eat dat!”