My Son Brought

“Yes.”

Caleb came out of the store then, carrying a soda.

My father turned toward him.

“Caleb,” he said.

“Yeah?”

My father looked nervous.

I had never seen my father nervous with a child.

“There’s a decent fishing spot out by Lake Milton. Not fancy. Quiet. I was thinking of going Saturday morning.” He paused. “If you ever wanted to come, I’d be glad for the continue reading …