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Show Fair Forever 157 The Captain intervenes. "My daughter was going to junk her. She hated me going out. Figured I'd go off one day, get lost, and never return." He takes in his surroundings. Scowls. "So now I've gone off to this prison, instead." Katie looks around, admires the view of the bay. "This is a nice place," she says. She takes his hand. "Most folks call this guy the Captain^ But I always call him uncle Chess. Isn't that right? "True story." The Captain pulls away his hand, pats her head with affection. He pauses, stares. "How are you doing? How's your brother?" "I'm fine, and he's doing great. He's off at school in Nebraska. Starting his first year." "No kidding. Never thought that boy'd let himself get that far from the sea." Katie explains, "Uncle Chess used to take riie and my brother out in his little boat, out to Beacon 9. Those were great days, Uncle Chess! You'd bait our hooks and carve on some driftwood while we fished to our hearts content." "This gal's a good fisherman," he says with a wink. Katie's eyes wander to the bay where they linger., "Good memories," she sighs, and we all watch together as a boat draws a white wake across the blue. "Bradley has a story he's been telling me," Captain explains after a minute's silence. "It all started at Beacon 9." He looks.my way. Katie does the same. "Are you ready for the end?" I ask. He.stiffens, grips his chair., "Is it a sad story?" Katie asks, suddenly aware of our reactions. |
