A Fish Story...or how to succeed in marriage without even trying.
It was a productive day of fishing. I was anxious to try out my new homemade lure at the nearby lake. I woke up early, and Tillie, our Downs Syndrome adult daughter and I packed a lunch, grabbed our tackle and headed out. Tillie loved to fish, and I loved taking her fishing. She would always find a way to out fish me, but this time I was sure that I would have better luck.
We arrived at Crystal Lake, a small reservoir not far from the house and put our small boat in the water. I fixed Tillie’s line up with a good lure and she began casting. I took out my specially made homemade lure and began working it around the weeds and stumps. I got a hit right away.
“Reel it in Daddy!” Tillie shouted. “That’s a big one!”
It was a big one. Once I got it in the boat, I weighed it on a pocket scale, and it weighed in at 8 ½ pounds.
“Not a bad looking bass, eh Tillie?” I said.
“Mommy will like that. She’ll cook it for dinner.” Tillie began to stare at the lure. “Daddy, where did you get that?
“I made it.”
“It looks just like….” I cut her off.
“I know what it looks like, but I made this myself.” She continued to stare at the lure, so I cast it out again and immediately caught another fish, slightly smaller this time. The whole day fishing was like that. I caught some and then I let Tillie use the lure and she caught some. It was a great day.
We got home at about 5:30pm, and my wife was frantically searching the house for something. “Have you seen my mother of pearl earrings? The ones that were handed down from my grandmother?”
“Umm…Honey, look at all the fish we caught!”
“That’s great; I need to find those earrings. Tillie, do you know where they are?” Tillie had a look of a sudden epiphany and looked at me as if she was scared to say anything. “Tillie, I asked you a question. Do you know where they are?” Tillie was afraid to answer. My wife got down next to Tillie. “Now, sweetheart, if you borrowed them, I need to know. You won’t get in trouble.”
“I didn’t borrow them.”
“Do you know where they are then?” Tillie looked at me again, she seemed scared.
“They are in Daddy’s tackle box.”
“Honey, look at all of these fish! I mean we…….”
“Where are my earrings?” She said sternly. “Those were my grandmother’s!”
She walked out to the back of my truck and opened the lid to my tackle box. She did not see what she was looking for, so she dumped it out on the front lawn. Still not finding them she returned to the truck, and found them dangling from the end of my fishing pole.
“I can’t wear these! There’s one of those three pronged hooks on each one of them! You’re an idiot!” She stormed back into the house and slammed the door.
I was surprised to learn how cold the living room gets at night when you are sleeping on the couch. It was nice of Tillie to bring me a blanket.
©2012 By Del Banks
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