Chapter 3
Being inquisitive, nibby, and feeling perplexed about my father’s whereabouts, I decided to follow him again. During a rainstorm, we walked into the woods together—my father a hundred feet in front of me, was leading me astray. I felt sticky under the foliage and tasty for the mosquitoes. As heavy thunder rang over the lake, working its way toward the log cabin, lightning flashed a brilliant color of flaxen yellow above the treetops. Raindrops pelted my head and shoulders, finding their way through the woodsy canopy. To no avail, just eight minutes into my walk, I was soaked, dripping wet, but still on my father’s tail, unwilling to let him get away.
Such a devious son who was unseen, unable to mind my own business. I felt dishonest and reticent, a fool following his beloved fa
