HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

not answer him. I did not owe him an answer.

He left.

The porch, after

Diane was sitting on the top step with her arms around her knees the way she used to sit when she was twelve and her mother and I were fighting about money in the kitchen.

I sat down next to her. Not too close. Close enough.

The lake was doing the thing it does at noon in late September,continue reading …