Tunneling to the Center of the Earth by Kevin Wilson

Author:Kevin Wilson [Wilson, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf, mobi
ISBN: 9780061971082
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I first met Sue-Bee at the dynamite demonstration. She’d organized a group of people to come to the lake that weekend and protest against using dynamite to catch fish, a practice that had been going on for a few years now in the area and was supposedly damaging the ecosystem, at least this is what I learned later. I’d been driving by that afternoon to get a snow cone at the bait shop/snack bar. As I ate my cone on the park bench by the shop, I saw Sue-Bee, the determined way she held up her sign: BLOWING UP FISH IS WRONG! She stood in the middle of the group, and they all seemed focused on her, like they were waiting for her to do something. I tossed the snow cone in the trash and shuffled over to the protesters.

Just as I walked up to Sue-Bee, I saw Lester Mills stepping out of his boat. Lester and I had done our share of dynamite fishing late at night. He looked at the signs and then saw me standing there in the middle of the crowd. It looked like he was going to break out laughing right then. He waved to me, called my name, but I just looked away and pretended that I didn’t know him from Adam. I just moved even closer to Sue-Bee. She smiled when she saw me, asked me if I was here for the demonstration, and I nodded yes. They handed me a sign that read, FISH DESERVE BETTER!, and I spent the entire day standing close beside her, looking away whenever one of my friends jumped into their boats.

After the demonstration, I took her to the Dairy Queen for ice cream and to talk about the demonstration. “If something makes you mad enough to think up slogans for a sign,” she said, “then I say that is something you should be active in.” I agreed with her, would have agreed with just about anything she said by that time. She’d been up north for college, and she was unbelievably smart, but not in a way that made you feel bad for not understanding her sometimes. I took her back to her parents’ house after the Dairy Queen, and we made plans to see each other the next weekend. Later that night, I took my boat out in the twilight and gathered up the bloated fish rising to the surface, scooped up each one quickly even though I felt kind of bad about it.

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