The father laughed, "What the— She takes all the cash, most of the stocks, and leaves me with nothing but this land I can't even give away— Now I've got to spend half of my time living out of hotel rooms—"

"I'm just saying, it sounds like she's rethinking things, that's all."

The father pointed his fork at his son, "We should go fishing tomorrow, just me and—"

"Got school tomorrow, but Saturday is—"

"After school, Son, after."

Argo took his plate and glass to the kitchen sink. But got attacked on his leg. "Oh, sorry Max, forgot all about you." He set his plate on the floor to the delight of his perpetually starving cat. He knelt, "Is tomorrow at the pond ok with you?" then lavished some affection onto the top of Max's head before returning to the table.

"They still doing that lightning research?" the father asked.

"You know, now that you mention it, I think since they blew the top off the mountain, they stopped."

"Good. Maybe I'll get some sleep here after all."

Max returned from the kitchen, plate clean, and stared up at the father while impatiently licking his lips.