They came upon a fallen tree trunk that lay along the side of the path.
“Want to sit a spell?” Brock asked.
Calvin shrugged.
Brock lowered himself down and patted the trunk next to him. Calvin sat where indicated. Neither man spoke. Brock picked up the occasional stone and tossed it into the creek.
Eventually Brock turned to Calvin. “So, what’s been eating you this afternoon?” Calvin was about to open his mouth, when Brock continued, “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. Something’s been on your mind ever since you came back.”
Calvin thought he’d done a good job of hiding his problems. Letting out a long breath he tried to stall. “Oh, you know, life, the universe, if the Mets will have a shot at the Series.”
Brock smiled, shook his head, but didn’t say anything.
Calvin grimaced, and then
