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Suddenly, Mitchell turns around and shakes his booty at both of us. He sings out, “Now you will feel the wrath of my butt.” His face scrunches up like he’s trying to let out a fart, but before he can do it, we all hear a ruckus of quacking and squawking from behind. Flying through the air toward us is not just Wilbur and his girlfriend. It’s Wilbur, the girlfriend, and two other ducks. They land with precision on the water just a few yards away from us. Wilbur’s not as graceful as the others, but he did just learn today.
Abigail looks in my direction. “Wilbur can fly.”
I shrug. “Apparently so.”
The other ducks keep their distance, but Wilbur paddles over. He’s not the least bit wary of the three of us, and the fact that he’s not wary of strangers is a little bit concerning. I’m not sure if he’s not wary of strangers or if he’s not wary since I’m here.
Wilbur hangs out with us, dunking his head over and over. He has never looked happier. And I’m just happy he came back home.
“Do you think he’ll stay?” Abigail asks.
“I kind of hope not,” I reply truthfully.
She watches Wilbur as he splashes around with Mitchell, which makes both of us laugh.
I pick up the shampoo bottle and hold it out to her. “Ladies first.”
She shakes her head. “That stuff will make my hair so frizzy I’ll look like I stuck my finger in a light socket.” She shoves it back toward me. “You go ahead.”
I dump some of the shampoo into my hand and start to rub my hair with it, lathering it up. Mitchell grins and comes and does the same thing. “This is fun,” he says. Then he dunks himself to get all the soap out. I do the same. I hand him the soap so he can wash up, but he looks at it like I’m trying to hand him an unpinned grenade.
“You got something against soap?”
“I’m not washing my butt in front of a girl,” Mitchell says.
“I didn’t want to see your butt anyway,” Abigail says as she splashes him.
He laughs and dunks himself again to wash out the rest of the shampoo.
“I’m actually going to go home and change. Shower. Get the lake water off,” she says. “So I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She waits a beat, like she’s waiting for confirmation.
“You don’t want hot dogs?” Mitchell says, his smile fading from his face. “And marshmallows?”
“Oh…well…” Abigail looks toward me and raises her brows into a questioning attitude.
“Go shower, then come back to our campsite. We’re going to get everything ready.”
“And you want company?” She looks unsure. She very quietly leans close to me and says, “Don’t you want some time with Mitchell? Alone?”
I smile at her. “I want you to join us for dinner.”
“Well then, I guess I will. Thanks.”
I watch her as she walks out of the lake. She tugs at her clothes, which are stuck to her from the water. “It’s colder when you get out,” she says over her shoulder, giving a little shiver.
Her shorts are halfway stuffed up her butt, so she gives them a tug. I notice she faces the other direction, and I would love for her to turn around and yet hate the very idea of her turning around at the same time.
“I’ll see you guys in a little while,” she calls out with a wave. And she walks away without turning back.
“You like her,” Mitchell sings out. Then he jumps on me and tries to shove me under the water.
I let him, because that’s what dads do. And I am a dad. For the first time in a very long time, I am a dad.
I hand him the soap. “Now you can wash your butt.” He rolls his eyes as he takes the soap, but he does as I tell him.
The truth is that I do like Abigail. I like her a lot. I just hope she can like me back half as much. I don’t need or expect much. I’ve learned through the years that doing that only leaves you feeling unsatisfied.
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