“When is mama coming home Gil?” Danny asked.
Gil examined the rock he had just spotted poking out from under the log they were sitting on. “I don’t know D. Daddy said it could be a long time.”
“Do you think she’s gonna die?” Danny asked in a whisper.
“Do you think I got a crystal ball or somethin’?” Gil barked before lobbing the smooth rock with just the right wrist action, causing it to skip across the surface five times before it sank.
Ricocheting rocks is one way Gil found that steadied his mind and soothed the ache he felt in his belly when he worried about something.
“Help me find some more rocks.” Gil ordered.