Chapter 129 Timing

Logan stood at the edge of the lake, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water.

He looked out at the small fishing boat where his grandfather, Albert, was peacefully fishing alone.

The old man had a parasol propped up to shield him from the afternoon sun, a cooler full of drinks by his side, and a comfy lounge chair on which he relaxed.

Perched on Albert’s shoulder was a spirited yellow-crested cockatoo named Sunny, who squawked a greeting as Logan approached.

‘Nice of you to show up,’ Albert snorted, not bothering to look away from his fishing line.

‘Show up!’ Sunny repeated reproachfully.

Logan shrugged. ‘I had some things to take care of.’

He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings before asking, ‘Where’s Arlie?’

‘At school, where else?’ Albert replied gruffly.

Logan reached into the supplies nearby and grabbed another fishing rod.

He settled into a chair next to Albert, the two of them fishing side by side in companionable silence.

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