“That’d be good.”
“So, what do ya have planned today?”
I sit there, thinking about the question, crushing my cigarette and sipping my coffee. It burns my lips, so I grab a wet paper towel and dab my mouth.
“Is that a joke? I’m retarded. I mean retired. I ain’t doin’ nothin’ today.”
“I’m going down to Simpson’s Creek after work to fish. You’re welcome to come with me, Old Man.”
“I ain’t doin’ nothin’ else. I think I will. What you fishin’ for, Randall?”
“Mudcats. I got some worms. Just bring some beer.”
We finish our coffee, minutes later.
Randall takes our cups to the sink, washing, drying, and putting them away in the cabinet.
We walk out of the house together. He gets in his car, while I hop into my truck. The both of us are off to start our day.
* * *
By two o’clock, we’re si
