They glared at each other for a moment before the boy took a final swig from his beer, crushed the can, and tossed it on the ground. Jim looked over a... the discarded can for a second, before returning his glare to the boy. He was about to say something, but held his tongue. He didn't even know the kid's name, and honestly didn't give a fuck. The looks these two men were giving each other would have made just about anyone else piss themselves, but neither man was giving an inch. The kid held out. First, to protect the innocent. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I. To my astonishment she was equally at home with baited hooks on lines. She had a lot of nylon monofilament line stashed on fashioned spools around the island. I think she mostly pirated this line from the long lines used by fishermen in the Aegean. She must have been a scourge of Greek fishermen because she also used to steal their lobster pots as well and use them herself when she was too busy to go dig out lobsters from their lairs. The lines however she used in a number of ways.One lazy way. I could tell Kellie was anxious, but I told her that I was extremely busy this week. She was mollified by my promise to find a time and place the following week so we weren’t rushed.Mary was less happy. I could tell she was disappointed but I pointed out that in about 10 days, she’d get her wish. She lit up at that and said that she’d actually prefer to wait until then. At least that was one less distraction for the next week.Tutoring with Melanie went well. We didn’t chat much because there.