“I’ve wanted to have this talk with you for a month or more,” Silas said. “It’s about your future.”
“It’s nice of you to be concerned,” Edwin said.
“You should move on,” Silas said. “You aren’t going to be nothing more than a dish washer in my place. My son Wilton will take over The Hut when I retire. You will always have a job with him. You’re the best damn employee I’ve ever had and ever hoped to have. Ya know the business as good if not better than me. You should go someplace else and open up a diner of your own. It’s time you think about yourself and your future.”
“Silas, I’m never going to have a better job than I have now,” Edwin said. “I sleep good at night. I have no worries.”
“It’s minimum wage,” Silas said, “you can’t do nothing’ on that.”
“I do okay,” Edwin said. “I rent the apartment above the library for next to nothing and I got access the all the books. I got the whole world below me.”
“Don’t you have goals or ambition?’ Silas said pushing his coffee aside.
“Honestly, Silas, does anyone in this town have goals and ambition,” Edwin said. “The minute someone does it’s snuffed out with the next breeze that comes off the bay.
There are two reasons people leave this town; there’s no jobs and ambition is frowned upon. If anyone in this town wanted my job you‘d find a way to fire me just to keep a local here.”
“If that’s true,” Silas said, “what on earth would keep you here under such circumstances?”
“Grab your cup and bring it to the back sink,” Edwin said.
They stepped into the kitchen.
“Stop,” Edwin said and gestured toward the double stainless steel sinks, “behold, my work station.”
“And your point is?” Silas said.
“Step up to it, Silas, and tell me what you see?” Edwin said.
Silas walked to the sink and looked into it.
“No,” Edwin said. “Look ahead.”
“It’s the cove,” Silas said.
“What else?” Edwin said.
“Boats, docks, a boat yard, the ferry dock,” Silas said, “what is it I’m looking for?”
“See the boat with the yellow cabin?” Edwin said.
“Yes,” Silas said, “I see it.”
“Peter Landau’s boat,” Edwin said. “I’ll tell you something, Silas, there’s no better fisherman in The Cove than Peter Landau.”
“What about Nathan Argot?” Silas said. “He’s always talking about his large catches.”
“It’s bluster,” Edwin said. “I see what they bring in. Landau plays it close to the vest. If you see grey clouds over to the southwest you can bet Peter Landau will be climbing aboard his dory and heading to his boat. By the time he gets to his grounds the weather has passed and the fishing is good.”
“You know that from looking out the window?” Silas said.
“Everything that happens out there on the cove two days ago will be news in town today,” Edwin said, “but look again, tell me what you see?”
“It’s a cove!” Silas said. “What else is it supposed to be?”
Silas strained and slowly he shoulders slumped, his face softened, and his hands relaxed to his side. “It is incredible!”
Silas turned to Edwin. “That’s what you look at everyday.”
“Can you think of a better view and your hands are kept busy too,” Edwin said.
“I sometimes come in here on my day off, stand here for a while, and just look,” Edwin said.
Edwin slipped his coat on and slowly backed away until he was at the door to the dinning room.
“Edwin,” Silas said. “Monday morning you run the front end and I’ll do dishes.”