They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

blazer looking, frankly, too calm.

“You want to be present?” he asked.

“Yes.”

We stood near the front steps while the morning burned off. The tent from the engagement party was gone, but tire marks still chewed up the lawn. Somebody had crushed cigarette butts into my herb planters by the patio. A florist’s zip tie was stuck in the hydrangeas.

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