Loraine is lying comfortably with her head on my lap as I throw the cork into the small lake. We are a bit isolated from the group, Loraine complained that she didn't want to fish close to others. Her excuse was that she doesn't want to lose her fish to competitors who stand too near us. That resulted in a burst of laughter from the entire group. This silly girl has already selected which fish in the lake is hers.
We found a good spot with some shade and believe it or not, Dale has positioned himself so that he can see us right in front of him. With great effort I control the irritation that rolls up in me like a fire, I don’t want to lose face in his presence. Loraine seems to fully understand the situation. When we arrived at this place, she handed me her fishing rod and made herself co
