“Sounds like you think it.”
“I think it’s possible.”
Warren stood.
He took his cane from beside the bench, though he rarely used it on level ground.
“Show me.”
They walked out together.
Eli showed him the cedar post.
The measurements.
The cracks.
The cattle path.
The slight depression.
Then they stood quietly at the shoreline.
After several minutes, bubbles rose near the center.
Warren did not speak.
Another bubble came.
Then another.
Finally he said, “Your father know about that?”
“I told him the pond was changing.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“No.”
Warren looked at him.
“Tell him.”
“He won’t listen.”
“Then bring him something worth listening to.”
That became Eli’s project.
Not proving his father wrong.
Proving his theory right or wrong.