Page 109 of Guess Again

Lake Morikawa, Wisconsin Monday, July 13, 2026

IN THE EARLY EVENING, ETHAN FIRED UP THE GRILL AND COOKED THE walleye he’d caught, along with potatoes and onions.

He popped the top on a can of Schlitz, which he purchased at the small convenience store in town.

The Schlitz was a salute to his father, and a trip down memory lane.

Schlitz had been the maiden beer he and his dad shared together when Ethan was sixteen years old and his father brought him up to the cabin for the first time.

It tasted as bad now as it had then, but Ethan discovered that if he drank enough of them, they dulled the reality of his father’s new identity that had taken root in his mind.

He finished the beer in a few long gulps.

Foam covered his bushy beard.

He took the fish and potatoes off the grill and brought them inside.

Sitting at the kitchen table, he popped the top on another beer and was about to eat when he heard the distinct sound of an amphibious floatplane approaching.

He stepped out of the cabin and stood on the front porch as he watched the plane approach from the south. The Cessna 182 touched down in the middle of the lake before taxiing to the dock in front of Ethan’s cabin.

The cargo door opened, and Mark Jones stepped from the plane.