New Society New RulesChapter 5
When Maria and I returned to what we now called home, Dad was splitting wood. The axe remained suspended over his right shoulder while he studied us. "Everything okay?" Maria and I glanced at each other and smiled. "Everything's great," I said. Dad eyed Maria. "And you?" "Great." He gave us a funny look and then said, "Bobby, catch us some fish." He turned back to his work and—swoosh—split the log with one swing of the axe. I turned to Maria. "Wanna go fishing?" She nodded...