It was so hard not to laugh with him staring at me like that, with that confused child face of his twisted as it was.
"I swear, that's just how we do it," I said.
Travis and I sat atop a slab of granite that had been left over from the construction of my apartment. It sat like a felled beast by the shore of the lake with the water lapping playfully at its base. The wind danced across the surface of the lake and caressed our faces like a warm hand.
"But that's so stupid," said the child. "Where are your fishing poles?"
"We don't use them, I told you," I said, and to my left I could see Travis with that idiot grin on his face. I wanted to hit him. "One of us sits up here and watches for fish while the other goes in to get them. That's why I'm glad you're here, you can help us out."
"How?"
"Well, with both of us looking for the fish, it'll, you know, be easier to spot them. So while we're up here, you can catch all of them."
"I don't know," he said dubiously. "Why can't I look for the fish?"
"Are you kidding? No one's better at catching the damn things than you."
"How do you know that?"
"I can tell. All you need to know is the technique and you'd be great, I'm sure. Better than both of us." I laughed. "Man, we're going to catch so many fish because of you."
His eyes brightened a bit, but he he remained steadfast in his skepticism. "Show me."
A laugh escaped from Travis but he hid it behind a cough. I shot him look.
"You'll be a pro at this, I promise," I said, turning my attention back to the boy.
So I showed him the special fisherman technique.
Go out into the water until it comes up to your waist, I told him. Hold out your arms. When I give the signal, dive at the fish and bring your hands together, like you're clapping.
You'll get one every time, I promise.
"That's it? But I have to get in the water, though," the little boy said eyeing the lake as it rippled and broke apart the sun into shards of gold. I shrugged.
"Well, yeah. But that's where the fish are."
"My mom will be mad."
"No, she said it was okay."
Travis eyed me. What are you talking about?
I waved him off. "Just trust me, she did," I said to both of them.
With a little more coaxing I convinced the little boy take those first tentative steps into the water; it was easy once his mother became involved. He steeled himself by taking a deep breath and soon he was up to his chest and was asking. "What now?"
I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed so hard.
Later, after we had left the little boy cold and wet and resentful, we sat outside Travis's apartment eating sandwiches. That's where the woman found us.
"Excuse me, but are you the boys that made my son get into the water today?" She asked looking at each of us in turn.
"Where did you hear that?" I said easily.
"My daughter. She says that you tricked him into it."
"Oh, no." I put my sandwich back on its plate and laid it on the ground near my feet. I dusted my hands on my pants. "We did see him today, but he was already in the water when we got there. We have to convince him to get out." I added almost mirthfully, "He said he was fishing."
"See, that's what I thought. Well, thank you for looking out for him."
We told her it was no problem and she left us to our sandwiches.
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