The sunlight was on the water. The ducks were in the light. They were swimming. The light moved on the water and Nelson moved his arm around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. We sat on the bank, eating my fried chicken.
"I like coming up to the lake," he said. "You can catch up on your thinking here."
"Can you?" A lot of times he would start in on something, no telling why. I was afraid this was one.