Then, this week something happened that was pretty much all my fault. Irv was going to go out to a cabin by the lake for a while, Edna was worried about him (afterall, he did have a heart attack just a few weeks ago) so I decided I'd come along to make sure nothing happened to him.
Like an idiot I forced Ephram to come along only to lock him up to do homework (I really thought I was doing the right thing, too). I went out for a walk and when I came back, Irv told me that Ephram had taken the boat out. I was suddenly struck with worry, like I was hit over the head with a very blunt instrument. Ephram's never been in a motorboat before, let alone by himself.
We waited an hour or so for him to come back (Irv's idea), and then decided to go out and look for him. We borrowed a boat and went out in the dark cold night.
We found him. My god, he was floating in the water shivering, he was nowhere near the boat and had suffered a blow to the head. I wanted so badly to swim out and save him, but I can't swim, and so Irv saved him.
I wanted so much to be able to save him. But I couldn't.
Well, at least he's save and sound, back in Everwood. It could've been much worse.
But it could have been much better. I was wrong, Ephram. I know that now, and I'm sorry. Just please, never do that again.
(OOC: P.S. I'm temporarily getting the WB, so that's how I managed to see this weeks episode. Not sure what's happening next week, though.)