Daydream.

     "Dad," Everett sighed, knocking on the window of his father's truck. He got no response and knocked again, harder, pointing to the lock.
     Lee was taken out of his daydream when he heard the knocking, a sigh leaving his lips. He unlocked the passenger door and straightened up in the driver's seat, watching as his son climbed into the passenger's seat. He was almost upset with himself for letting his mind wander. He needed to stop doing that.
     "I thought you were gonna help me with the booth. You just left me alone all day," Everett huffed, frowning and glancing over at his dad.
     "Sorry. I went to go pick up some things and just got distracted when I got back. Did you manage okay?" He rose a brow at his son, seeming genuinely apologetic.
     Everett just sighed, rolling his eyes. "I made out with $360 today. No thanks to you or sis."
     The older man just shook his head, feeling bad. "I was thinking about your mother," he explained, pulling out of the parking lot of the local farmer's market. He had been thinking about his late wife quite a lot lately. He wasn't sure if it was the type of season or not, but it was frustrating. He had work to do, he couldn't keep daydreaming. "I was thinking about when we first met. I know you've heard the story already so I won't tell it to you again. I know it's no excuse. I'm glad you managed on your own and made enough money for us. It'll replace what I used today."
     "What did you even get? It's not like we need groceries or anything," he stated.
     "Just some screws and s**t that I needed and had run out of. Nothing super important," he answered, shaking his head. That was a lie. He'd gotten himself some cigarettes as well, but he didn't like the kids knowing he smoked. They didn't need to.
He hadn't before Lucille died.
Things were different now.
     It took them two hours to drive back up to the cabin. The two rode in complete silence, not having much to say to each other. It wasn't that they had a bad relayionship, there just wasn't much to say. Lee homeschooled both of his children, and the only time they were really around anybody else was when they went with him to the farmer's market. He knew everything he needed to about them without invading their privacy. He parked the truck in their snowy driveway, grabbing his bags before heading inside. Everett got his things from the farmer's market before tracking through the light snow and heading inside as well. It was really just a normal day. So far, at least.
     "There was a guy asking about you today," Everett started, following his father's suit and slipping off his boots and hanging up his jacket by the door. "He was wondering why you weren't there. He runs the soap booth?"
     "Oh, yeah. I know who you're talking about. Why as asking about me?"
     "Just wanted to know where you were, I guess. I don't know."
     Lee frowned at that. He knew pretty much everyone that owned a booth at the farmer's market, but he wasn't sure why anyone in particular would ask about him. He didn't have many friends. "Well I'll see him next week, it's not a big deal," he stated simply, dismissing it. "Put your things away. I'm going out to check the traps." With that, Lee headed outside, a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and a bundle of thoughts clouding his mind.