They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

he backed up and left.

No call.

No text.

Just a trial run.

I watched the taillights disappear through the trees and actually smiled for the first time all week.

Sunday Morning at the Lake

The sheriff’s deputy arrived before nine.

His name was Brent Holloway. Big man. Red face from the sun. He took his hat off when he shook my hand, which I appreciated. People continue reading …