He finds himself drawn back to the small home that sheltered him after his parents died. The lake provided solace along with the solid presence of his uncle. Too bad, an interloper stands in his way to returning to less complicated time.
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The time he and Roy shared working on the boat meant more to him in retrospect than it did at the time. It meant a great deal then. Life dealt harshly with him or so he thought, leaving him with an uncle he barely knew while taking his parents. His anger at the world he heaped on his only remaining relative. Instead of becoming angry or distant, his uncle taught him what he knew about reading the waves, sailing, even making a boat the old fashioned way as opposed to the factory made fiberglass shells.
His hand caressed the side of the boat. Sweat, determination and love went into the boat. It hadn’t been a fast build. The oars dipped into the water, pulling the boat across the still surface. His impatience must have chafed on Roy, but all he would do was murmur that things worth doing took time. Two years passed before they completed the project.
Levi resented school that took him away from working on the boat. He didn’t make too many friends at his new school at first. The large chip weighing down his shoulder had him looking for fights that he easily found as a new kid. Old Roy knew what was going on, but instead of lectures on staying out of trouble, he taught him to fight. Quick, dirty moves his relative learned on dangerous shores where the American fleet was not always welcomed. Eventually Levi became someone not to anger. It was then he developed friends, at least guy friends who decided it was better to be his pal as opposed to a potential punching bag. Girls were a different matter, though. As a tall, tongue-tied and combative male, he was not a chick magnet. In that regard, not much had changed.