one.â
âI know, but sheâs the only one who told me her story in her voice.â
âI understand,â Rudy said. He took a big deep breath and sighed. âI think I smell breakfast. And I think I hear the fish calling my name.â
âYeah,â I said. âHey, you and Colin wonât care if I tag along today, right?â
âNo, I donât care,â Rudy said.
I turned around to find Colin standing in the doorway. âSo, youâre fishing with us today?â he asked.
âLooks like it.â
âHope you can swim. Because Iâm terrible about tipping the boat over.â
âHa, ha, ha,â I said.
Colin smiled, but there was something in his eyes that wasnât humor.
âWhatâs the matter?â I asked. He said nothing. âWere you listening to our conversation?â
He blushed and shrugged his shoulders. âI was coming to get Rudy for breakfast ⦠I couldnât help but hear it.â
âHow long did you stand there? You could have said something,â I said.
âI wanted to hear how the story ended,â he said. But his eyes were communicating more than that. He had been there last night. When I saw the wolf. I wondered at that moment if he had actually seen the wolf, too.
âIâm starving,â I said.
âOh, your aunt made pork chops for breakfast,â he said. âThe woman is my hero.â
âIf I had known that all it would take was breakfast chops to make you respect me, I would have made them for you a long time ago,â I said.
âYeah, but you canât cook,â Colin said.
âI can so! Rudy, you had better come to my defense or you will be sorry,â I said.
âShe makes wonderful cereal,â Rudy said. âThe best in two counties.â
Eleven
Olin Lake was beautiful in the morning light. The sunlight looked like little golden flakes of glitter floating on top of the water. The Olin Marina was a nice establishment, with scores and scores of boats docked out in front of it. Off to the left was a sign advertising the rental boats. Probably another ten or so boats, all uniform in design, were resting there. Rudy pulled the truck into the parking lot and we got out and walked into the marina.
âSo these boats over here, do they belong to the locals?â I asked Rudy.
âAs far as I can tell, all of those boats belong to people who donât have lakefront property and want to keep their boats in the water.â
âHow big is this lake?â I asked as I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked out across water that had no end.
âItâs about twice as big as White Bear Lake,â Colin said.
âAnd how big is that?â
âI donât know,â Colin said. âBig.â
The marina had a restaurant and rest rooms inside, along with a bait shop that sported rods and reels, battery-operated socks, you name it. You could even get your fishing license here. The man behind the counter was just a kid, really. He was maybe eighteen or nineteen. He smiled as soon as he saw Rudy and Colin. âHello, gentlemen,â he said. âYour boatâs waiting for you.â
I looked at Rudy.
âWe rented a boat for the whole week.â
âI thought you guys were going to try out a few of the lakes.â
âWe liked this one so much, we decided not to mess with it,â Colin said.
âOh,â I said.
âThis is my wife, Torie,â Rudy said. âSheâs coming out with us today.â
The kid nodded and waved.
âUm, I was wondering ⦠Are you a Bloomquist? Are you the owner?â I asked.
âNo,â he said. âI just work here. Saving up for college.â
âI see,â I said. âIs Mr. Bloomquist in?â
âBrian? No, he wonât be in until about noon,â he said.
âThank you,â I said. I turned to Rudy. âYou guys can bring me back around
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