Harvey inspects the hole carefully. He's wearing an old pair of black galoshes with buckles, and a beautiful cashmere coat, the color of fawns. The chain saw is still screaming in one hand. Turns off the chain saw. The air reeks of gas, feels close.
Steam rises from the water.
He turns back to us and does something I've never seen him do before. All gas and smoke. Creeps into your dreams. In that moment Harvey is flush and filled with my father. I can hardly breathe.