They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

Around noon I took my coffee down to the dock and sat in one of the cracked blue chairs he’d refused to replace because “they still hold a person, don’t they?”

My phone buzzed twice.

Mom.

Then Aunt Janice.

I turned it face down.

Out on the water, a kid on a tube shrieked when the boat swung too wide. Somebody at the next property over started up a chainsaw.continue reading …