InsaneJournal

Charlie had met Ernest at the door just like he said, carrying as much fishing equipment as he could. They had a pretty good stash of stuff for any occasion. Going through the door and getting to the lake had actually been a pretty quiet trip. They'd had trips like this before when he was growing up. He knew his dad would talk when he was ready and not before. And small talk never really was their thing. So quiet contemplation was the theme for the time being.

At the moment they were sitting on a rented boat out pretty far from the shore just waiting for something to bite. They had sodas and sandwiches so they could stay out all day if they wanted. Charlie would honestly have preferred a beer but he was honoring his dad's sobriety on this trip. Alcohol tended to make complicated things more complicated, not less. So now all there was to do was wait. Wait for the fish to bite and for his dad to start talking. He wondered which would happen first.