The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

came to my room.

I was already in pajamas, sitting in my chair by the window.

He knocked like a stranger.

“Come in.”

He stepped inside holding the envelope.

Still unopened.

“I can’t read it,” he said.

“All right.”

He looked at me.

“All right?”

“You don’t owe me a performance.”

His face tightened.

“I thought I was going to come here and win something.”

“I know.”

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