of him, Cadan saw his father get out of the RAV4 and open the garage door. He reversed the Toyota into the garage, and by the time Cadan wheeled his bicycle through the gate and into the back garden, Lew had already hosed off his surfboard. He was heaving his wet suit out of the four-by-four to wash it off as well, while the hosepipe burbled freshwater onto the patch of lawn.
Cadan watched him for a moment. He knew that he looked like his father, but their similarities ended with the physical. They had the same stocky bodies, with broad chests and shoulders, so they were built like wedges, and the same surfeit of dark hair, although his father was growing more and more of it over his body, so that he was starting to look like what Cadan's sister privately called him, which was Gorilla Man. But that was it. As to the rest, they were chalk and cheese. His father's idea of a good time was making sure everything was permanently in its place with nothing changing one iota till the end of his days, while Cadan's was...well, decidedly different. His father's world was Casvelyn start to finish and if he ever made it to the north shore of Oahu - big dream, Dad, and you just keep dreaming - that would be the world's biggest all-time miracle. Cadan, on the other hand, had miles to go before he slept and the end of those miles was going to be his name in lights, the X Games, gold medals, and his grinning mug on the cover of Ride BMX.
He said to his father, -Onshore wind today. Why'd you head out?"
Lew didn't reply. He streamed the water over his wetsuit, flipped it, and did the same to the other side. He washed out the boots, the hood, and the gloves before he looked at Cadan and then at the Mexican parrot on his shoulder.
He said, -Best get that bird out of the rain."
Cadan said, -It won't hurt him. It rains where he comes from. You didn't get any waves, did you? Tide's just now coming in. Where'd you go?"
-Didn't need waves." His father scooped the wet suit from the lawn and hung it where he always hung it: over an aluminium lawn chair whose webbed seat caved in with the ghost weight of a thousand bums. -I wanted to think. Don't need waves for thinking, do I?"
Then why go to the trouble of getting the kit ready and hauling it down to the sea? Cadan wanted to ask. But he didn't because if he asked the question, he'd get an answer and the answer would be what his father had been thinking of. There were three possibilities, but since one of them was Cadan himself and his list of transgressions, he decided to forego further conversation in this area. Instead, he followed his father into the house, where Lew dried his hair off with a limp towel left hanging for this purpose on the back of the door. Then he went to the kettle and switched it on. He'd have instant coffee, one sugar, no milk. He'd drink it in a mug that said
-Newquay Invitational" on it. He'd stand at the window and look at the back garden and when he'd finished the coffee, he'd wash the mug. Mr. Spontaneity himself.
Cadan waited till Lew had the coffee in hand and was at the window as usual. He used the time to establish Pooh in the sitting room at his regular perch. He returned to the kitchen himself to say, -Got a job, then, Dad."
His father drank. He made no sound. No slurp of hot liquid and no grunt of acknowledgement.
When he finally spoke, it was to say, -Where's your sister, Cade?"
Cadan refused to allow the question to deflate him. He said, -Did you hear what I told you? I've got a job. A decent one."
-And did you hear what I asked you? Where's Madlyn?"
-As it's a workday for her, I expect she's at work."
-I stopped there. She's not."
-Then I don't know where she is. Moping into her soup somewhere. Crying into her porridge.
Whatever she might be doing instead of pulling herself together like anyone else would. You'd think the bloody world has ended."
-Is she in her room?"
-I told you - "
-Where?" Lew still hadn't turned from the window, which was maddening to Cadan. It made him want to down six pints of lager right in front of the man,