The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant
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- The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant
- Christina Rainone
- I would have given anything to be invited to one of thieir parties, and when my parents went to bed I would sneak through the woods to their hedge and stare enchanted at the candlelit swirl of white dresses and bright, paisley skirts.
- I wish I could go to their parties.
- My rod, safely out of sight at last, bent double. The line, tightly coiled, peeled off the spool with the shrill, tearing zip of a high-speed drill.
- I think fishing is dumb. I mean, its boring and all. Definely dumb.
- Four things occured to me at once. One, it was a bass. Two, it was a big bass. Three, that it was the biggest bass I had ever hooked. Four, that Shelia Mant must not know.
- I went to a party there. These fratenity men. Katherine says I could get in there if I wanted. I,m thimking more of UVM or Bennington. Somewhere I can ski.
- I reached down for the rod, hesitated, looked up to where Shelia was streching herself lazily toward thw sky, her small breats rising beneath the soft fabric of her dress, and the tug was too much for me, and quicker than it takes to write down, I pulled a penknife from my pocket and cut the line in half.
- My legs are sore, are we there yet?
- There would be other Shelia Mant's in my life, other fish, and though I came close once for twice, it was these secret, hidden tuggings in the night that claimed me, and I never made the same mistake again.
- You,re a funny kid, you know that?
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