They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

and no shame at all.

And then Denise, the planner, arrived with boxed pastries in the back of her van.

She saw the cars, saw the deputy, saw me, and stopped dead.

Madison spun toward her.

“Tell him we’re supposed to be here.”

Denise clutched her clipboard to her chest like it was body armor.

Deputy Holloway asked, “Ma’am, were you aware Ms. Bennett revoked continue reading …