Two hours later Sally had two good-sized perch; Melissa had three. I didn’t have any but I hadn’t been paying attention.
“Well, I think I’ve done enough fishing for today. We’d better leave some here for another day.” Melissa’s voice cut into my reverie.
“Yes, me, too. It’s just so hot! I should get back to Little Buddy,” Sally added. “I imagine with this heat, he’s driving Momma crazy.”
I sat back up onto the seat and we began to reel our lines in and put the equipment back in the tackle box.
“Nickie!” Sally exclaimed. “You didn’t catch anything!”
“Oh, that’s okay. It was nice being out here. It’s better than sitting up on the porch. The shade and the water cut down the heat a little. Maybe we can do it again tomorrow and I’ll put you both to shame with my fishing prowess.”
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