Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Didn't mind his laziness. Was a good way for him to live. Hadn't kept him from college degrees or work. Didn't mind it. Felt right in his gut. Went with that, with the feeling that it was who he was and that was OK.
Had asked about the fight. Was interested. Listened. Leaned forward, elbows on knees. Had questions, but waited until the end of the telling. "Didn't bother you, seeing her so seldom? Can't imagine that. Maybe I'd be into it, though. Easy. Low-impact. Doesn't seem like your thing, from the little I know about you." Commented as the thoughts came to him. "Amateur and fake about what? Are you pretentious?" Asked, though he knew the answer he would receive might be skewed. Might be the truth. It was hard to know if people saw themselves as they really were. Was hard to know if other people saw them as they really were. There was no absolute truth when it came to truth. "How did you work it out after that?" Was just as telling as the fight, thought Atticus. Hadn't been the end, or he didn't think so. Didn't sound like an end.
Watched the sail. Watched the rudder. Sat back comfortably. Not worried. Not concerned. "Can come as far as the docks. Think it has something to do with the lake, not the island. Island just happens to sit in it. No reports of anyone being affected in the water, though. Only on the rock." Had his theories about that, but was still a work in progress.