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.”“Yeah right,” John snorted, “Julia had a tongue as sharp as a whip and as deadly as a cobra.And as for you, I guess you’re just a big ole teddy bear, aren’t ya? I bet Billy and Talon would have a thing or two to say about that!”The jovial mood tapered off at the mention of Billy’s name.It had been nearly two months since Donnie’s death and the grief was still fresh, especially for Jake.“Have either of you heard from him?” Jake asked, staring at the swaying tips of his two fishing poles.“No,” Cort said rubbing at the nape of his neck, “I haven’t.”“Ben said he talked to him about a week ago.Said he sounded just awful, like he’d been drinking,” John said.“Drinking?!” Cort exclaimed.“Ben must have heard wrong.I mean, surely he’s not hitting the bottle again.”“What? Is Billy an alcoholic?” Jake asked.“A raging alcoholic,” Cort answered.“The man just can’t handle his liquor.Does some crazy, downright dangerous things when he’s drunk.I’m surprised Sandra would let him start up again.”“Just telling you what I heard,” John pushed his sunglasses up on his nose.“I haven’t talked to him since the funeral.Whenever I call, Sandra makes an excuse for him not to come to the phone.”“Yeah.” Jake trailed off, remembering Sandra’s once smiling face.“Same here.Every time I call Amber it’s the same thing.She’s asleep, or she’s in town or she just can’t come to the phone right now.I don’t know why they won’t let me talk to her.I just want to hear her voice, you know? To make sure that she’s doing okay, that they all are.”“I’m sure Amber is doing just fine,” John stared off across the lake.“Billy and Sandra just don’t want her in this lifestyle anymore.So they’re going to keep her out of it as long as she’ll let them.”“Hell I’m betting they won’t be able to keep her out for long,” Cort said.“My guess is once she turns eighteen she’ll be back in the fight.She’s got too much of Terry in her to give it up.”“I wish she would give it up,” Jake frowned.“Billy and Sandra have lost enough already.They don’t need to lose her too.” And neither do I.“Well at least they’re all safe in Hometown for the time being,” John said.“Maybe one day Billy will come out of this funk he’s in.”“I sure do miss his laugh,” Cort said sadly.“That man had the most contagious laugh I have ever seen.I’d give damn near anything to hear it again.” He lowered his head to his chest, “I don’t know if he can bounce back from this.When he gave me that recliner.” Cort shook his head.“I know how silly it sounds but I knew then that things would never be the same for him.”The tip of Jake’s pole suddenly bent over violently.Jake snatched it up giving it a hard jerk.The line didn’t move.“Damn.I’m hung up.” He pulled hard on the line, trying to break it free.“Looks like you’ve snagged yourself a big ole tree bass!” Cort joked.“Come on boy break the line, you’re pulling the whole damn boat.”“I’m trying!” Jake said wrapping the line around his hand.With a hard yank he popped the line.“Can you pass me the tackle box, Dad?”“Sure son.” John reached behind him and passed the black and white box up to Cort.Cort passed it to Jake without looking away from his rods.Cort cleared his throat, “Jake son, there’s something we need to talk about.”“Oh yeah.” Jake said, lifting the lid of the box and searching for a swivel, hook, and sinker.He picked up a tiny jar of some odd looking pink bait.The faded green price tag said in had been bought at Sears and Roebuck.“Sears and Roebuck?” Jake exclaimed.“Sears used to sell bait? Man, Dad, how old is this stuff?”“I forgot I had that,” John laughed.“It’s probably older than you are.”“Why don’t you throw it out then?”“I might need it sometime,” John shrugged.“You never know.I’ve caught fish on things you can’t imagine.”“Jake?” Cort said seriously, “We need to talk.About Amber.”“What about her?” Jake asked dropping the jar back into the tackle box.Cort cleared his throat, “Well, we need to talk about,” he cleared it again, “about race, son.”“About race?” Jake said looking up.“What race?”“Her race.Your race.”“Pop, come on,” John said, “you can’t seriously have a problem with Amber being black?”Cort gave his son a hurt look.“Now you know better than that.Did I say anything when you and Pam Williams dated?”“You and Pam dated?” Jake exclaimed.“When was this?”“No you didn’t,” John answered his father.“You never said a word.Though Billy sure did,” he smiled.“But it didn’t have a damn thing to do with race.It had to do with me being a Hunter.”“Wait a second, don’t deflect the question,” Jake said tossing a red and white bobber at his dad.“When exactly was this?”John nabbed it out of the air tossing it back at his son, “It was years ago, before you were born.Before your mother and I got together.”“Well what happened? How come you two didn’t you know.make it?”John shrugged.“It just didn’t work out.”“Did Mom know?” Jake asked.John rolled his eyes, “Of course she knew.Her and Pam were best friends [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]