By The Lake
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It seemed he had always come here when his heart was troubled. It was a
favourite spot and the calm blue waters of the lake did much to soothe his
tempestuous mind. Stooping, he picked up a flat pebble and skimmed it over
the lake. He counted six skips before it sank beneath the surface, gone
forever.
At the sound of footsteps, Joe turned and looked at his oldest brother. Adam
hesitated, not sure of his welcome after the quarrel the brothers had just
had a short time before. “Joe, I’m sorry,” he offered.
For a long moment, Adam thought Joe wasn’t going to accept his apology and
he wouldn’t have blamed the younger man if he didn’t. What he had said to
Joe was bad – almost unforgivable.
“Its all right,” Joe replied, sighing. “I’m sorry, too, Adam.” He turned and
drifted another few aimless steps. Silence fell again, and this time, Adam
was reluctant to break it. In truth, he had no idea what to say to Joe. He
still tended to think of him as the youngster who needed to be watched like
a hawk and who needed picked up when he fell, or his nose wiped. But
somewhere in the intervening years, at first while Adam was a college, and
then after Adam had returned, Joe had become a man. A very fine man, Adam
acknowledged.
“Have you ever wondered why we fight like we do?” Joe asked. Adam collected
his thoughts and looked at Joe once more. His brother had turned and was
looking at him, the sun glinting off the surface of the lake behind Joe’s
head and creating the aura of a halo.
“Yes, I’ve wondered,” Adam admitted. “I just haven’t found an answer.”
“Neither have I,” Joe mused. “I thought, with you being a college man, that
you might have got it figured out by now.”
“College doesn’t teach you much about family dynamics,” Adam returned,
ruefully. How he wished it did, for it might have spared him a lot of
heartache over the years. “Joe, I didn’t mean to imply that you’re stupid. I
know you’re not…”
“But?” Joe asked. “I could hear the ‘but’, Adam. Just say it.” He smiled
briefly at the discomfiture on his brother’s face and completed the sentence
for him. “But I know best?”
Making a wry face, Adam acknowledged Joe’s perspicacity. “I guess,” he
admitted.
Once more, Joe moved, walking away from Adam. Numbly, Adam wondered if it
was unintentional symbolism on Joe’s part; if he was trying to tell Adam
something. His heart ached.
But abruptly, Joe turned back and took several quick steps that landed him
right by Adam’s side. He looked up at his older brother. He had always loved
Adam so much, but never quite felt that he lived up to Adam’s expectations.
Now, perhaps they could sort this out once and for all.
“I’m not a child any more,” Joe said, softly. “I have had some experience in
life, too. I know I haven’t had as much as you, Adam, but you’re 12 years
older than me; I’ll never have as much experience as you. But there are some
things I know more about than you do, college course or no college course.
This is one of them. I didn’t run off to have a tantrum, you know. I came
out here so that I wouldn’t hit you.” He offered a ragged smile. “See? I am
finally learning to control my temper. But I am right in this Adam, and I am
not going to back down. If you aren’t willing to accept my judgement, then
we’ll ask Pa to decide.”
“Joe,” Adam began, but Joe didn’t let him finish.
“Adam, who do you think was running this ranch while you were off travelling
the world?” Joe laughed suddenly and gave his brother a gentle punch on the
arm. “I think between us Pa and I have managed, don’t you?”
Laughing back, for Joe’s quicksilver moods somehow always soothed him, Adam
conceded the point – for now. “All right, you win,” he muttered baldly, but
Joe saw that his brother wasn’t serious about his grouching.
“Until next time, you mean?” Joe smiled.
“Until next time,” Adam agreed.
Together, they returned home.
The End