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Jake gave me one of his casual bull-shouldered shrugs. |
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"In town, I reckon . . . we don't keep close tabs on each other." Somehow I had the feeling Jake thought he knew, but he wasn't about to lower his defenses and admit it. He pushed himself away from the cooler, went through the swinging doors into the dining room, crossed it and went over to the window overlooking the bay. I followed. The room smelled stale and greasy. |
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There wasn't much to see. The water was placid, the sky a dreary gray. Both were void of detail. Together they blended into a monotone of colorless sameness. We stood there for several minutes, staring out at the featureless seascape, feeling the effects of the long, sleepless night. |
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"Think we'll find that damn thing out there?" Jake mused. |
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"Been wondering the same thing myself," I admitted absently. |
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Jake studied me briefly, then turned his attention back to the bay. |
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Men, I have observed over the years, approach even the most difficult of situations from a great many different perspectives. For me, the head-on approach has always been the most rewarding, and most of the time, solutions just generate more questions. For others, solutions are |
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