I should have been at the courthouse. I was a stubborn old fool and I’ll be sorry for it the rest of my life.
I don’t know how to say it to your face so I’m putting it here, in the box, where I’ll see it every time I
go fishing. Maybe someday I’ll get up the nerve to give it to you.
I made this bobber for you. Same as I’ll make one for the baby. If it’s a girl, I’ll teach her to fish. If it’s a boy, same thing.Support Causes
The pond’s for you too. It always was. I just never knew how to tell you.
Your dad
Nobody said anything.
The sun was down now. The sky over Vern’s pasture was orange and pink. The frogs were starting up in the cattails. The ones I’d planted on my knees in the mud.
