the next day
Lisa stood in her attic surrounded by boxes. She was going fly fishing with Jack in an hour and was looking for her fathers old fishing rod. Her father had not been very organized and none of the boxes were labeled. Lisa opened the box closest to her, it was filled with old baby clothes. Lisa closed the box and opened the one beside it. It contained a pile of old photographs, they were not organized, just randomly dumped in the box. Lisa took a photo from the top of the pile. It was of her and her two sisters. Both of her sisters had now moved away to the states. Lisa herself had lived in the states for a while, until her father became sick and then she came home to care for him. After that, she and Dan had gotten a divorce, so Lisa did not see any reason to go back to the States. Lisa picked up another picture, it was her father and her aunt Evalin. Lisa blinked her eyes, she missed her father. A moment passed, then Lisa looked at the time. Jack was coming in fifteen minutes! She hurriedly opened the boxes until she found her fathers fly fishing rod.
Lisa heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. Jack was standing there, "You ready to go?" he asked. "Yes," said Lisa. Through out the car ride conversation filtered in and out. They drove for about half an hour and then they arrived at their destination. Lisa stepped out of the car and looked around, "Oh Jack this is beautiful," commented Lisa. Jack just smiled as he took their fishing gear out of the truck.
"Oh no," giggled Lisa as she got the fishing rod stuck again. Fly fishing turned out to be harder than she expected. Jack made his way over to her. "Try my fishing rod," said Jack, handing it to her. "Hold it like this," said Jack. "Like this?" asked Lisa trying to imitate him. "Do you mind?" "No I don't mind." Jack put his hands over Lisa's. "I didn't know fishing was a team sport," said Lisa. "Neither did I."