The next day, I was sitting down next to Dad by the RV when Amy and Andrea came up and were holding a bunch of fish.
"Hey, check it out," Morales said laughing, "Ladies because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you."
"Thank Dale. It's his canoe and gear," Andrea said.
"Mom, look. Look at all the fish. Whoa," Carl said.
"Yeah, whoa. Where did you two learn to do that?" Lori asked.
"Our dad," Amy said.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Carl asked.
"Sure. I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff. If that's okay," Amy said looking at Lori.
"You won't catch me arguing," Lori said.
"Hey, Dale. When's the last time you oiled those line reels?" Andrea asked, "They are a disgrace."
"I, uh... I don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem," Dale said, and Dad got up with me following behind him. He turns and points to Jim digging out on top of a hill. A few of us go up to talk to him. I stand next to my dad holding his hand. Carol is holding onto Sophia with one arm and Carl with the other.
"Hey, Jim," Dad said, but he didn't respond, "Jim, why don't you hold up, all right? Just give me a second here, please."
"What do you want?" Jim asked and stopped digging.
"We're all just a little concerned, that's all," Dad said.
"Dale says you've been out here for hours," Morales said.
"So?" Jim asked.
"So why are you digging?" Dad asked, "Are you heading to China, Jim?"
"What does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone," Jim said and started digging again.
"Yeah, except maybe yourself. It's 100° today. You can't keep this up," Dale said.
"Sure I can. Watch me," Jim said.
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