fill up soon enough when she thaws. they all in trouble?
katherine had this place organized just the way she wanted it. frank's momma. there's the cough and sputter of an outboard motor from outside. rachel looks from the kitchen window and sees fletcher and frank in the small skiff by the dock. fletcher tugs again on the starter cord. at the third tug he tumbles backwards onto the seat.
i guess he'd better stay in the boat then. frank tells me you're a singer.
i'm afraid we're a little out of touch here. i'm sorry. rachel waves this off.
you must be very successful to need frank. rachel smiles and looks out of the window.
frank came back and stayed six months after the reagan thing. rachel's questioning look encourages herb.
frank wasn't there the day he was shot. he never got over that. we buried katherine that day. rachel looks out again at frank and fletcher in the boat.
 and i never hit him. ever. to this day. that's true, isn't it? that's very unusual for my people. so what happens? when he's ten years old, he complains about it? can you believe that?
i don't care. i'm proud of that. anyway, he's ten years old and he's just started playing tackle football. he comes to me and tells me he's afraid of getting hit, right? and he thinks it's because i never hit him. 'why don't you ever hit me?' he says to me!
he got over it: turned into a helluva wide receiver. he couldn't stand being afraid. when he found something that scared him, he'd just do it 'til the fear went away.
his mother was the same way. rachel smiles at him, thinking, then looks through at frank in the kitchen, still peering out of the windows. nicki watches rachel.
come on, son, you can run but you can't hide. herb pulls up a chair and smiles as frank appears from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in his hand. frank takes a place across from his dad by the fire. the others gather round.
your move. frank studies the board. rachel lowers her head into a cupped hand, fascinated.
he had me on the run there that first year. frank picks up his rook, scratches his forehead with it. he turns to fletcher.
come over here, fletcher, sit by me. fletcher goes over and joins him.
i've never heard church music in the middle of the week before.
he's all right. henry helps frank up out of the water. frank sits on the end of the dock, breathing hard.
it's okay, henry. herb puts his hand on fletcher's head.
you all right now, son?
frank! henry turns and motions to herb to stay away.
someone's cut the phone lines. it could be anywhere between here and town.
maybe it has to do with you. frank looks at him.
we can't walk out of here at night with them. frank shakes his head.
it's me! rachel's voice comes from her room.
we're okay!
be quiet!