where you fish."
I wasn't too sure
what we were going to do once we got to the bell buoy because we didn't know
which way eastard was, but I was too embarrassed to ask and so was everyone
else. Herbie had finished his drink and was standing in the door looking at
"All four of
you going?" he said.
"Us and the
beer," I said.
He didn't say
anything, just kept looking at us. Finally he said, "If I was you four I'd
make sure it was one damned calm day," and he left.
I wondered what
he meant by that but I didn't worry about it. We were just about set. We knew
where we were going, and if there were fish out there I was going to catch them
and show everybody how someone from Maine could handle a handline.
The only thing
left was to go to town to get the equipment. We all loaded into one of the
boats and got to Barnstable and then we took a car and drove to Hyannis.
I figured the
rest of them wouldn't know what to get and they'd probably come to me to find
out. I was going to mumble something about hooks and line and sinkers and leave
it at that. I wasn't going to say a thing about the size of the hooks because
that's critical in this bottom-fishing business. But when we got into the
sporting goods section of the store they all sort of drifted apart. Bert went
over to look at golf clubs and Don was swinging a steel tennis racket. Mel had
just disappeared so I went and got what I wanted and waited by the door.
moved over to the fishing section looking like he was being followed. He kept
glancing back over his shoulder. He leaned over the counter to talk to the
salesman and from where I was it looked like he was whispering.
The other two did
the same thing. They waited until there was nobody at the counter and then
casually walked over and whispered to the salesman. It looked like a plot and I
was afraid somebody might think we were going to rob the store.