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

porch for a long minute to look at the water.

“It’ll move fast,” she said. “If you want it to.”

“The market’s that hot?”

“Lake Oconee in June? Widow-owned custom property with a dock and western exposure?” She looked at me over the top of her sunglasses. “Yes, ma’am. It’s that hot.”

We listed it at three hundred forty thousand.

Nine days later I had three continue reading …