“Uh, not really, though I’ve seen dad do it
loads of times.”
The two fixed supper. Mason cleaned the fish,
then Parker coated them in flour and fried them along with some
potatoes in a large skillet. The fish, potatoes, a can of peas and
several bottles of Mr. Grant’s beer formed supper.
Parker wanted to eat outside on the porch,
but by the time supper was over, the temperatures had dropped
significantly, and Mason was beginning to shiver. However, Parker
seemed not to want to go inside.
“It’s amazing out here. You’re so lucky to
have this place. It’s so quiet, there’s no one around to bother
you, or to stick their nose into your business.”
“Yeah, I know. Because we’re so far from city
lights, the stars always seem to shine brighter.” Mason pointed to
the far horizon. “Look over there.”
“Venus? Wow, it’s so clear.”
“I know.” The Roman goddess of
love…“Come on, let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”
* * * *
By silent mutual consent the pair decided