My Daughter Tried to Keep Me Out of the Lake House I Built, But When She Arrived for the Fourth of July, I Had Already Made Room

until their fingers wrinkled. Lorraine sat on the porch swing with novels and sunscreen on her knees. Kevin grilled ribs and acted, back then, like he was grateful to be included. David played guitar by the fire pit after dark. Pauline and I sat in Adirondack chairs in the evenings and talked about things we hadn’t said aloud in years.

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