“Uncle Gerry, come in the water with me.”
“How much later?”
“I dunno. If I give you a dollar, will you be quiet for 5 minutes?”
Twelve year old Zachary doesn’t like to be quiet. My nephew is a talker. Brookses generally are not, so he must have acquired this trait from the Malloy side of his family.
“C’mon, let’s go!”
Promises must be kept. So into the water we went. And I never saw it coming. My Inch Moment of the year. That moment so perfect, so peaceful, you never want it to end.
The two of us, side by side in the water. Floating on our backs, not (mirabile dictu!) saying a word. A perfect moment made even more perfect by the first thing Zachary said after a few minutes.
“This is nice, huh?”
“It really is, Zach.”
And it really was. It was Inchworthy.