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we get into the wooded area.
    “The place we are going is just up ahead. We used to come here a lot.” I find a parking spot twenty yards up. We grab everything out of the car and walk to the edge of the lake. It is surprisingly quiet out here.
    “Ok,” I sigh. I don’t know how I am going to explain fishing to him. “First, we have to bait the hook,” I say handing him his pole and taking mine. “Grab a worm from that Styrofoam container.” He digs his fingers in and pulls out the biggest worm he can find. I don’t mind most aspects of fishing but baiting the hook is one of the things I can’t stand doing. I grab my own worm. “Now, make sure you get it securely on the hook.” He stabs the worm like a pro. I struggle a little watching the poor thing squirm in my hand. “Ok, now you cast out into the water, like this,” I demonstrate pulling the pole behind my head and launching it forward sending the worm flying into the lake, breaking the glass effect on the surface. It lands farther out than I expected for my first try. Not too shabby. Mason casts and his line drops about ten feet past mine. I scowl. How is he so good at everything?
    “Now what?” he asks a little giddy with excitement.
    “Now we wait until we get a bite.” I stare out at the pristine blue water and take in the fresh air. This really is relaxing. The giant trees looming around us give off an earthy pine and sap smell. I could stand out here all day. It reminds me of fishing years ago. Hopefully it has the same effect on Mason.
    I watch him through my peripherals and I can see that he is intently watching the tip of his pole for the slightest movement. I also see him sniffing in the air. Even though we are only a few miles from the city, it smells different here. Maybe it’s just enough to jump start his memory.
    His eyes widen and I stiffen. Did this work? Is he back? Surely it isn’t that easy. To the left of my vision, I see his pole moving and I realize that’s what caused his excitement. Disappointment flutters through my body. I knew I wouldn’t get off that easy.
    “What do I do now?” he asks a little frantic and excited.
    “Wait until you feel the fish clamp on, and then yank a little so it gets stuck on the hook. Then reel it in.”
    “Ok,” he yanks and then really starts to crank the handle, reeling as fast as he can. I can see the fish leap out of the water, attached to his line. It only takes him a couple of seconds and then he has the fish dangling above the gravel. He grabs onto the fish and takes it off the hook admiring his catch. It isn’t big, maybe two pounds but he is still excited. “This is awesome!”
    “Ok, now throw it back in,” I say. The other part I hate about fishing is cleaning the fish. This is a catch and release kind of day. “Good catch!” I say trying to sound excited and enthused. I think I succeed. Maybe this won’t be that hard.
    We fish for about an hour. Mason caught six fish and one was actually decent size, about seven pounds. I caught three, small enough to be minnows and one a little bigger than Mason’s first one.
    I actually had an enjoyable time until Mason thought it was a good idea to chase me around the beach trying to make me kiss the big fish he caught. I think he was actually cackling.
    “We’re leaving,” I demand and I speed back home. That’s enough reenactments until the wedding. I’ve realized I can still only handle Mason in very small quantities.
     
    “Here’s your ticket, Mason. We have to be at the airport in 20 minutes. The car is on its way,” I say as I hand Mason his plane ticket. I look up and notice that he is rummaging through the fridge while eating an apple, butt naked.
    “Why are you naked? We are about to leave. Can’t you take anything seriously?” I stand trying to force a look of disgust on my face. He really is very beautiful which makes it hard to look disgusted. I make myself think about him bringing another girl into our house