My Son Brought

company.”

Caleb looked at me.

Again, I said nothing.

His choice.

Always his choice now.

He looked back at my father.

“This Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“I work at noon.”

“We’d be back by eleven.”

Caleb considered it.

Then he said, “Okay.”

My father nodded as if he had just been handed something fragile.

“Okay.”

They went fishing that Saturday.

Caleb came home smelling like continue reading …