The fishing pole felt weird and wiggly in Kova's hands, like trying to hold a very long pencil that had too many parts and kept making clicking sounds that tickled his ears in a not-good way.
"See, you hold it like this," Caden said, using his big-kid voice that meant he knew something important. Caden was eight whole years old, which was basically almost grown up. His fingers did a little dance on the fishing pole that looked like when Granny Luanne played pretend piano on the kitchen table. "Fish are tricky. They don't just jump out because you want them to."
Kova looked at the camera lady, who was being very quiet behind her big black box. Sometimes he forgot the cameras were there, but sometimes he remembered that lots of kids were watching him, maybe even kids who felt scared and al
