Meanwhile, George Sr. is wrestling with a new extra-heavy-duty ice chest. He’s planning a father-son fishing trip with Georgie. It’s supposed to be bonding. It goes poorly.
George Sr. takes Georgie fishing. The new ice chest works too well—everything is frozen solid, including the bait. They sit in silence. Georgie finally admits he doesn’t care about fishing; he just wanted his dad to talk to him like an adult. George Sr. sighs, cracks open a (barely thawed) soda, and says, “Alright, smart guy. Tell me about that girl you like.”
Mary, ever the buffer, tries to hand him a lunchbox. He refuses—too much thermal bleed.