They sat in the sand ten meters from the ocean. Logan remembered that last Sunday, he spilled soy sauce on Harry's carpet. Maybe that was what he was upset about. A seagull edged carefully toward Logan's feet, keeping one eye toward him at all times. Logan wiggled his toes and the seagull jumped back a few feet, than started edging toward him again. Logan raised his hand as if to scratch his head, and the seagull jumped back, raising its wings a little, then drawing them back in, as if it were just stretching. Logan couldn't help smiling and looked at Harry, but Harry still looked upset. Harry watched the waves, picked up handfuls of sand and let it fall through his fingers. Choosing maturity over Rock? Where did Lonnie get the idea that the two were opposed? Hadn't he ever heard of the Rolling fucking Stones? And again Harry tried to put himself beyond it, to regard the very idea as ludicrous, but he couldn't let go. He kept repeating "Fucking Lonnie" in his head over and over. How could he let go when his kid was sitting next to him on the beach, playing with a seagull, for fuck's sake.
Logan watched as the sand fell from his father's hand. Yeah, it must have been the soy sauce.