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

the month. It’s just easier if you wait. Maybe August?”

“August,” I repeated.

“Yeah. We’ll figure it out.”

She hung up first. She always hung up first by then.

June 14th was the voicemail.

June 16th I listed the lake house for sale.

The agent I chose was named Delia Morgan, fifty-five, local, practical, no nonsense, with a tan like old leather and a habit continue reading …