HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

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“Walt – “

“Don’t Walt me. Not today. Maybe not ever again. I haven’t decided.”

He nodded.

“Get up,” I said. “Get in your car. Drive to Burnsville. Diane will come home when she comes home.”

He stood up. He moved toward the door and then he stopped and he turned around and he said the only thing he said that day that I believed.

“I’m sorry, Walt.”

I did continue reading …