The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze.
He was barefooted.
The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep.
"Wake up old man," the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man's knees.
The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.
"What have you got?" he asked.
"Supper," said the boy. "We're going to have supper."
"I'm not very hungry."
"Come on and eat. You can't fish and not eat."
"I have," the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it. Then he started to fold the blanket.