Provider's Son
PROVIDER'S SON
LEE STRINGER
© 2013, Lee Stringer
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Stringer, Lee, 1976-, author
         Provider's son / Lee Stringer.
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PROVIDER'S SON
LEE STRINGER
St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
2013
For Tenille
Contents
The seventeen pieces of the rocking chair were laid out on his work table as neat as if they were never to be moved again. And the wiry frame of Levi Conley stood over them in silence, his blue eyes coldly inspecting every inch for the slightest flaw. Finally he allowed his calloused hand to pick up the seat, where he stared into the grain, and across its surface. Placing it back in the same place, he picked up a runner and held it up in a horizontal line from his right eye, and closed his left one. But the longer he stared across the top of this runner the more his breathing increased, until finally each suck of air was nothing more than a rasp through his nostrils, and his teeth were clenched so hard that his jaw bone was visibly shifting below his temples. He raised the runner in the air and smashed it across his bench, cracking it in half. Then he snatched his pack of
du
Maurier
and lit a cigarette. Exhaling a cloud of smoke he turned around and met his wife's eyes in the doorway. Her own cloud hung about her like a pale aura, but the cigarette was in her hand, not in her mouth.
“That did you a lot of good,” Anita said.
“It got some of me fuckin anger out.”
“You ready to go to Gander or what?”
“Why do I have to go? You cant pick up a few groceries without me?”
She shrugged and walked away.
Slowly Levi's breathing calmed, but the rage of what his brothers had done to him was still pinned in his chest.
Frank and Barnaby had been Levi's partners in the fishing enterprise in the small outport of Gadus. Ten years earlier, not wanting to take the risk even though he had more money, the eldest brother, Frank, had convinced Barnaby to buy a forty-foot boat, which he named
The Delilah
after their mother, while Frank paid next to nothing for the crab license. Now the license was worth almost as much as the boat. Still, Barnaby, who had always lacked confidence, let Frank be the skipper. Not that Frank could have coped with being anything less. Levi didn't mind because all the responsibility was on Frank's shoulders, and he could easily tell Frank to go fuck himself if his brother demanded anything Levi didn't agree with. Yet Levi went along with the majority of Frank's decisions, if for nothing else than to keep the peace. Barnaby went along with everything. He even went along with sharing an equal percentage of the profit with Frank, which was unheard of considering he owned the boat. They both got thirty-seven and a half percent, while Levi got twenty-five. That was, until last September.
Aboard
The Delilah
at the government wharf, Frank is painting the cabin, Barnaby is painting the deck, and Levi is down in the hold. He gets back unusually early from lunch, so when they eventually arrive they don't realize he is there. Levi can't quite hear them, but he can tell that Barnaby and Frank are in a serious discussion. He catches Barnaby saying something that sounds like, “Levi will go off hes head.” He hops on the ladder and up out of the hold.
“Whats going on bys?” Levi says.
“None of your business,” Frank says. “The skipper and the owner is talking here. Go back to what you was at.”
“What I was at was listening to the two of you arguing about me.”
Barnaby looks at Frank pleadingly and Frank shoots back a glare so fierce that Barnaby turns back to his work. Now Levi
has
to know.
“Whats going on bys?” he repeats in a weak voice, and suddenly feels heaviness in his stomach. Frank turns away as well. Levi snatches up Barnaby's half bucket of paint and walks towards Frank.
“Im going to ask you one more time, Frank, and if you dont tell me, the works of this is going down over your head.”
“If you throws that over me youll be swimming before this day is over.”
“So will you.”
“Calm down, Levi.”
Now Levi knows it is serious. When Frank doesn't escalate the aggression it means he is guilty of something.
“What the fuck was the two of you talking about!” Levi says, turning back towards Barnaby.
“Put down the paint like someone half sensible and Ill tell you,” Frank says.
Levi puts down the paint.
“Me and Barnaby cut your percentage.”
Levi laughs. “Try it.”
“There is no trying. The cheque is already cut. Youre getting twenty percent.”
“I dare say by. Youre going to cut me down five percent? Try it.”
“I just told you its already done. If you dont want to do the goddamn work why do you think you should get the same percentage you always gets?”
“What is you talking about?” Levi says. Then he remembers. The mackerel. Last season, for the first time since they had been fishing, Levi refused to go after mackerel. Only once in twenty years could he remember that they made any kind of a decent profit at it, and that was seven years ago. For the fuel spent and the hours put in, most times they barely break even. And it wasn't like they were the only ones. No one in Bay Vierge made a worthwhile profit fishing for mackerel. Of the species they were allowed to catch it was the only one that was a waste of time. So last year Levi decided to put his foot down, thinking that for once when Frank truly saw that he wasn't going to help, that he would not go out. Levi should have known better, even though he had been right. It had been the worst year in an endless string of bad years harvesting that species.
“So thats how youre trying to get revenge on me, by cutting me percentage down. The funny thing is its not even your boat.”
“Its my license.”
“So what have you got to say, Barnaby?” Levi says.
“Well, you didnt go at the mackerel with us. Its true.”
“How much did the two of you make at it?”
“That got nothing to do with it,” Frank says.
“Im talking to Barnaby. Not you. How much did you make?”
“We did alright,” Barnaby says.
“By the time you took out the fuel spent and the time wasted you made sweet fuck all. Thats what you made.”
“No, I thought we did alright.”
“Sure what difference do it make if youre doing alright, Barnaby? Youre only going to throw it all away in the fuckin slot machines. A ten-year-old can handle money better than you.”
Those words are followed by embarrassed silence. Even Frank looks away. Levi is ashamed for saying it to his favourite brother, because it is the truth. So he turns his own shame into even stronger anger at Frank.
“Look,” he says to Frank, “I knows you was behind this. So when I gets that cheque you better have it right. Ill put this goddamn boat on the bottom if you dont.”
When Levi gets the cheque it isn't right, and he becomes so angry that he really does consider burning the boat at the wharf. Instead he brings the cheque to the boat where Frank and Barnaby are working and tears it up in front of them, letting the pieces of paper flutter down onto the water. Cutting his percentage down five percent means thousands of dollars lost. It is unthinkable that his brothers would do this to him.
One
percent would have been intolerable. He truly believes that Frank is teaching him a lesson, and that eventually he will give in and have Barnaby write the cheque how it is supposed to be written.
But it is no lesson. The next week the same cheque arrives in the mail with the same twenty percent on it. Again Levi flies into a rage and drives down to the wharf where his brothers are working. He balls up the cheque in front of Frank and throws it at him as he jumps into the boat.
“If the two of you dont give me the right percentage youll be missing one crew member on this boat,” Levi says through clenched teeth. “Do you actually think Im ever going to go along with this?”
When he reads his brothers' faces the truth dawns on Levi, not that he yet believes it. Do they want him to quit?
He expects Frank to reply, but instead it is Barnaby who says, “Levi, thats the percentage I decided on, and thats all there is to it. Take it or leave it.”
Levi stares at Barnaby in shock. Of all the times his brother had been picked on by the neighborhood kids growing up. Of all the times Frank had bullied Barnaby into going along with his decisions. Of all the times Barnaby had kept his mouth shut while his wife, or his kids, or his friends took advantage of his soft-heartedness,
now
is the time that he decides to be brave?
Levi turns and shoves Barnaby backwards. He trips over the side and falls into the water. But Barnaby can't swim. Levi dives in after him and his brother clings to him dragging both of them under, as Levi tries to get them both back to the wharf. Frank throws two life jackets at them, and only for this it is quite possible that they would have drowned mere feet from the ladder. The water is so cold that when they do get to the ladder they barely have the strength to climb up.
