phone on speaker.
Harold answered sounding half asleep.
“If you’re calling about fishing, it is freezing outside and you’ve lost your mind.”
Dad looked at me.
“You find my body last night?”
There was a long pause.
“What?”
“Vanessa says I died. Says you found me.”
Harold became fully awake.
“The hell I did.”
“You speak to Vanessa?”
“Not since Sunday.”
Dad nodded slowly.
“Anybody call you about me?”
“No.”
Then Harold stopped.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Someone called the funeral home yesterday.”
Dad’s face changed.
Harold had sold the business years
