They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

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A pause. Papers shuffling.

“There’s a bridal luncheon scheduled next Sunday.”

I stared at my kitchen window. Rain on the glass. Gray sky over Chicago.

“Not anymore.”

Another pause.

“They’ve already invited forty-two guests.”

“Then forty-two guests can have lunch somewhere else.”

Denise lowered her voice. “Your sister said you were the difficult sibling, continue reading …