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While Elizabeth and her Dad rolled by in the red pick-up,
The grey clouds stole much of what little lite the mid-december afternoon could afford.
They felt happy.
Fishing was an adventure for both:For Dad, it meant solace-focus, peace, and solvency.
To the girl it was about  togetherness, the ease of speaking.

She chattered in the free-flowing, unedited mind of a child. Dad mainly listened as he drove, passing thoughts, noticing construction work along the road, mentally logging the progress or lack thereof  since last view...It was quiet time for both.

Dad turned into a 7-11. Elizabeth lit! Soon they strolled out  with coffee, hot chocolate, and a bag of powdered donettes.
Good natured arguing ensued, as to who was going to hold the bag. It seems the possessor enjoyed a higher rate of sugar puffs on the tongue, much to  the detriment and envy of the other.

By water's edge the bag was long empty. Dad was relieved to see enough ice-free water to get a line into. Elizabeth was looking at boats moored silently for the winter. She wondered aloud if people ever lived in them.

Dad rigged a tube jig. He guiltily puffed a smoke. Elizabeth talked about the birds. With relief dad finally pitched the tiny bait into the frigid water...