“I’m glad you came.”
She turns toward me fully now.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me staying?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve had this place your whole life.”
“And now I’m suddenly invading it.”
“You’re not invading.”
“Then what am I doing?”
I step closer.
The late afternoon sunlight catches the water behind her.
“You’re staying.”
Her eyes search mine.
“You make it sound simple.”
“It is.”
For a moment neither of us speaks.
Then she smiles.
“I think I like simple.”
“Good.”
“Because I might stay awhile.”
“That works for me.”
She leans against the railing again.
The quiet stretches comfortably between us.
Then she says—
“You know what we should do?”
“What?”
“Something completely normal.”
I cross my arms.
“Define normal.”
She points toward the water.
“Teach me how to fish.”
