“The sky threatened rain with an occasional drop that rippled the river. A bamboo fly rod leaned against one corner. I lay in the dim daylight. Abbie had thrown her right leg over mine and my left foot was asleep. Her leg was smooth, and warm. An hour after daylight, the Stearman engine cranked, rolled out of earshot, then zoomed back into it and overhead.The sound woke her. She responded by rolling into me. She had something on her mind because she wasted little time. She pointed into the corne...r. “Does it work?”“Yeah.”“What size?”“Maybe a four weight. Could be a two. It’s pretty old.”“Flies?”“A few.”“Leader? Tippet?” She could be focused when she wanted.“Might be dry-rotted.”She stepped out of bed, slipped on her cutoff shorts and looped the top of her bikini over her neck. “Tie me.” I tied both ends, thinking there was a lot of slack left over.She shook her scarf loose of the knot and popped her bikini top like suspenders. “Didn’t used to be that much slack.”I faked a slow smile.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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