“It isn’t straightened out at all,” he answered.
She turned uncomfortably so that she faced him. He met her eyes. She lowered hers. Then she smiled. It was her only protection.
“You’ll never catch a fish with your line in the bushes,” she declared.
The current had swept the bit of lead down stream into a clump of grass. He deliberately began to reel in his line.
“I don’t believe I’ll catch a fish anyway,” he decided. “I’ll watch you.”
“Oh, but that’s what you did before,” she protested.
“And enjoyed it immensely,” he admitted.
“It’s shirking your duties.”
As his line left the water she studied him in surprise.
“Why, you didn’t have on any hook at all,” she exclaimed.