HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

appraiser. You’ll tell me.”

Tap.

“That’s the woman. I don’t know her name yet. I will.”

Diane’s mouth opened. She looked at her husband.

“Gareth?”

He did the thing his face does. The recalculating. I have watched him do it at Thanksgiving for nine years. It is a small adjustment around the eyes, like a man resetting a watch.

“Walt,” he said. “I can explain.continue reading …