Chapter 9
John had been helping an old neighbor of his from San Luis Obispo sell freshly caught fish off his boat for most of the afternoon. John along with George, and George’s wife, Betty, had gone out that morning on the boat George docked in Morro Bay and had a peaceful, quiet time shooting the breeze and catching fish. It had been good to feel sort of normal.
“You and Mandy can go on home now if you want,” George said, as they sold off the last fillet. George, a retired policeman, had called him up last night to ask about the fishing. It was a great way to distract himself from his broken heart.
“I can stay and help clean up.”
George smiled. “Nah, Betty’s already got it under control. We’re going to get cleaned up and go have dinner. You want to come along?”
The thing of it was,
