not.”
“They’re just rumors,” Ethan said.
“Yeah, but they’re ugly. We’ve got a good shot atkeeping Seth because of Dad’s reputation. That reputation gets smeared, and we’ll have battles to fight on several fronts.”
“Anyone tries to smear Dad’s rep, they’re going to get more than a fight.”
Phillip turned to Cam. “That’s just what we have to avoid. If we start going around kicking ass, it’s only going to make things worse.”
“So you be the diplomat.” Cam shrugged and sat on the arm of the sofa. “I’ll kick ass.”
“I’d say we’re better off dealing with what is than what might be.” Thoughtfully, Ethan stroked the puppy. “I’ve been thinking about the situation. It’s going to be rough for Phillip to live here and commute back and forth to Baltimore. Sooner rather than later, Cam’s going to get fed up with playing house.”
“Sooner’s already here.”
“I was thinking we could pay Grace to do some of the housework. Maybe a couple days a week.”
“Now that’s an idea I can get behind one hundred percent.” Cam dropped onto the sofa.
“Trouble with that is it leaves you with nothing much to do. The idea is for the three of us to be here, share responsibility for Seth. That’s what the lawyer says, that’s what the social worker says.”
“I said I’d find work.”
“What are you going to do?” Phillip asked. “Pump gas? Shuck oysters? You’d put up with that for a couple of days.”
Cam leaned forward. “I can stick. Can you? Odds are, after the first week of commuting, you’ll be calling from Baltimore with excuses about why you can’t make it back. Why don’t you stay here and try pumping gas or shucking oysters for a while?”
The argument was inevitable. In minutes they were both up and nose to nose. It took several attempts before Ethan’s voice got through. Cam stepped back and with a puzzled frown turned. “What?”
“I said I think we ought to try building boats.”
“Building boats?” Cam shook his head. “For what?”
“For business.” Ethan took out a cigar, but ran it through his fingers rather than lighting it. His mother hadn’t allowed smoking in the house. “We got a lot of tourists coming down this way in the last few years. And a lot more people moving down to get out of the city. They like to rent boats. They like to own boats. Last year I built one in my spare time for this guy out of D.C. Little fourteen-foot skiff. Called me a couple months ago to see if I’d be interested in building him another one. Wants a bigger boat, with a sleep cabin and galley.”
Ethan tucked the cigar back in his pocket. “I’ve been thinking on it. It’d take me months to do it alone, in my spare time.”
“You want us to help you build a boat?” Phillip pressed his fingers to his eyes.
“Not one boat. I’m talking about going into business.”
“I’m in business,” Phillip muttered. “I’m in advertising.”
“And we’d be needing somebody who knew about that kind of thing if we were starting a business. Boat building’s got a history in this area, but nobody’s doing it anymore on St. Chris.”
Phillip sat. “Did it occur to you that there might be a reason for that?”
“Yeah, it occurred to me. And I thought about it, and I figure it’s because nobody’s taking the chance. I’m talking wooden boats. Sailing vessels. A specialty. And we already got one client.”
Cam rubbed his chin. “Hell, Ethan, I haven’t done that kind of work seriously since we built your skipjack. That’s been—Jesus—almost ten years.”
“And she’s holding, isn’t she? So we did a good job with her. It’s a gamble,” he added, knowing that single word was the way to Cam’s heart.
“We’ve got money for start-up costs,” Cam murmured, warming up to the idea.
“How do you know?” Phillip demanded. “You don’thave a clue how much money you need for start-up costs.”
“You’ll figure it out.” A roll
“They’re just rumors,” Ethan said.
“Yeah, but they’re ugly. We’ve got a good shot atkeeping Seth because of Dad’s reputation. That reputation gets smeared, and we’ll have battles to fight on several fronts.”
“Anyone tries to smear Dad’s rep, they’re going to get more than a fight.”
Phillip turned to Cam. “That’s just what we have to avoid. If we start going around kicking ass, it’s only going to make things worse.”
“So you be the diplomat.” Cam shrugged and sat on the arm of the sofa. “I’ll kick ass.”
“I’d say we’re better off dealing with what is than what might be.” Thoughtfully, Ethan stroked the puppy. “I’ve been thinking about the situation. It’s going to be rough for Phillip to live here and commute back and forth to Baltimore. Sooner rather than later, Cam’s going to get fed up with playing house.”
“Sooner’s already here.”
“I was thinking we could pay Grace to do some of the housework. Maybe a couple days a week.”
“Now that’s an idea I can get behind one hundred percent.” Cam dropped onto the sofa.
“Trouble with that is it leaves you with nothing much to do. The idea is for the three of us to be here, share responsibility for Seth. That’s what the lawyer says, that’s what the social worker says.”
“I said I’d find work.”
“What are you going to do?” Phillip asked. “Pump gas? Shuck oysters? You’d put up with that for a couple of days.”
Cam leaned forward. “I can stick. Can you? Odds are, after the first week of commuting, you’ll be calling from Baltimore with excuses about why you can’t make it back. Why don’t you stay here and try pumping gas or shucking oysters for a while?”
The argument was inevitable. In minutes they were both up and nose to nose. It took several attempts before Ethan’s voice got through. Cam stepped back and with a puzzled frown turned. “What?”
“I said I think we ought to try building boats.”
“Building boats?” Cam shook his head. “For what?”
“For business.” Ethan took out a cigar, but ran it through his fingers rather than lighting it. His mother hadn’t allowed smoking in the house. “We got a lot of tourists coming down this way in the last few years. And a lot more people moving down to get out of the city. They like to rent boats. They like to own boats. Last year I built one in my spare time for this guy out of D.C. Little fourteen-foot skiff. Called me a couple months ago to see if I’d be interested in building him another one. Wants a bigger boat, with a sleep cabin and galley.”
Ethan tucked the cigar back in his pocket. “I’ve been thinking on it. It’d take me months to do it alone, in my spare time.”
“You want us to help you build a boat?” Phillip pressed his fingers to his eyes.
“Not one boat. I’m talking about going into business.”
“I’m in business,” Phillip muttered. “I’m in advertising.”
“And we’d be needing somebody who knew about that kind of thing if we were starting a business. Boat building’s got a history in this area, but nobody’s doing it anymore on St. Chris.”
Phillip sat. “Did it occur to you that there might be a reason for that?”
“Yeah, it occurred to me. And I thought about it, and I figure it’s because nobody’s taking the chance. I’m talking wooden boats. Sailing vessels. A specialty. And we already got one client.”
Cam rubbed his chin. “Hell, Ethan, I haven’t done that kind of work seriously since we built your skipjack. That’s been—Jesus—almost ten years.”
“And she’s holding, isn’t she? So we did a good job with her. It’s a gamble,” he added, knowing that single word was the way to Cam’s heart.
“We’ve got money for start-up costs,” Cam murmured, warming up to the idea.
“How do you know?” Phillip demanded. “You don’thave a clue how much money you need for start-up costs.”
“You’ll figure it out.” A roll
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