Cassie said and they all laughed. She was definitely on this morning. “I was hoping that you and I could go fishing one day while you're here,” Kyle said. Eden had a sudden memory of Kyle taking her fishing. She must have been no more than Cassie's age, and she remembered sitting with him on the bank of the Shenandoah, the fishing line damp and taut beneath her fingers. “Today?” Cassie asked. “That's up to your mother.” Kyle looked at Eden. Eden had wanted Cassie to herself today, but they would have plenty of time together over the next few weeks. “That would be fine,” she said. “Hooray!” Cassie raised herself to her knees to dig deeper into her cantaloupe. “How do you feel about worms?” Kyle asked. “Oh, worms, yummy, I love them.” She giggled ridiculously. “That's good,” Kyle said. “If we don't catch any fish we can eat the worms for supper.” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Silly. Kyle took Cassie out to the shed to find a pole she could manage, and with her daughter's departure Eden felt the tension drop from the ceiling to her shoulders.
