I sat down on the bench and waited, stretching my legs out in front of me. I waited until I knew he was ready.

"I wrote that," I said, finally. I tried to sound casual.

He nodded slowly, silently. then he asked the question, the big one, the one we both knew he was going to ask.

"Are you really in control?" he asked.

I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help it. I didn't answer.

He looked over at me, for the first time in an hour he actually looked at me. And then he began to laugh.

"You really don't know, do you?" He shook his head in disbelief. "You really don't." I shrugged noncommittally as he stared back out at the horizon.

"Hey, that's good," he said. "That's really good news. To me."

We sat there for a long time, the two of us, not doing anything. Just sort of sitting.

"Nice sunset," he said, finally.

"Thanks."

We sat for a few more minutes, and then Jonah stood up and walked down to the little canoe. He climbed in, carefully. Then, without even a backward glance, he paddled away across the lake, and was gone.