First chapter from new book
Just fishing Thel looked out through her front window as she came out of her bedroom, & saw one of those tableaux that always make her smile - man & boy going fishing - although, to give them justice, you have to add a few years to both. The man - George - must be 80 if he’s a day, & the boy, D, must be … not a boy. He looks like a boy, or a youth, if you’re not looking closely, but he carries himself with the self assurance of a young man when he thinks no-one is watching him. The dog - Molly - is also rather advanced in her experience, trailing them, but not letting them get ahead. “They’ll drop in,” she mused to herself. Would they stay for a cup? No, not today. She was getting good at predicting George’s visits. It wasn’t just the fact that he seemed to be set in his ways, but that he seemed to like being predictable, with a kind of pride. Maybe she was taking too much interest in him & his reliability. No. That would be silly. Not at her age, or his. Not him,...