As soon as Brenda entered her parents house, her mom announced, “You need to speak to your father.”
“Why, is he gardening in the backyard in his underwear again?” replied Brenda.
“He’s taken up a new hobby,” said her mother.
“Is it like the time he tried squirrel rustling?”
“Not quite. He’s taken up magnetic fishing.”
Brenda ponder this a moment. “Can you catch fish with magnets?”
“Of course not. He’s throwing magnets in the river to catch anything metal,” scoffed Brenda’s mother.
“Okay, that’s odd. Why would he do this?”
“He claims it’s no different than using a metal detector on a beach, except it’s under water.”
“What does he find?”
“What do you think? Rusty metal.”
Brenda shrugged and shook her head. “It sounds innocent enough.”
“Oh no. Not you too. He videos himself doing it and puts it on the internet. He’s got followers,” said Brenda’s mother.
“At least he’s not under your feet all the time.”
That gave Brenda’s mother pause. “I guess that’s true.”
“And they say that people who don’t have a hobby when they retire tend to waste away,” reasoned Brenda.
Brenda’s mother sat at the kitchen table with a sinister expression and took a sit of her tea. “It gives us more mother daughter time, too.”
Brenda eyes widened. “Then again, you two really don’t spend enough time together.”
“Better go talk to him,” said Brenda’s mother with a sly grin.
Brenda turned for the door. “I’ll go talk to him.”