The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

Then Ruth said, “Eggs?”

That was Ruth.

The house could be burning emotionally, and she would still remember protein.

After breakfast, Mark took my golf cart without asking and drove down to the boathouse.

He returned twenty minutes later red-faced.

“Dad, the old Chris-Craft is gone.”

“I sold it.”

“You sold Grandpa’s boat?”

“My father hated that boat.”

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