The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

her, my son Mark dragged in two rolling suitcases and looked around the house as if he were already measuring the walls for his own pictures.

My youngest, Claire, hovered near the front door, smiling the way people smile when they are trying to look innocent while counting the silver.

I sat in my wheelchair at the foot of the staircase.

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