![]() ![]() ![]() It’s an eight-hour drive and on a holiday weekend-that’s too much. Birch leaves fluttered, launching a dragonfly. Leila pulled the phone cord out through the back door onto the deck. “I could still come this weekend,” his words lacked conviction, “but I could stay only one night.” “No, you should definitely go with them.” She stifled unjustifiable resentment-after all, an only daughter and grandson ranked higher than friend, even if exceptional. His next available slot wouldn’t be for over three months.” He’s willing to fit Peter in early on Monday morning. I would have called sooner, but I was holding off until Bonnie got word from the specialist. The screen door slammed as she picked up on the next ring. She startled, springing to her feet, praying it would be Clarence calling from Cricenti’s Market. As the sulfur smoke dissipated, Leila’s nerves settled. ![]() The lake's tranquility exploded with a prelude of July fourth firecrackers and bottle rockets echoing into the cove, drowning out the ringing telephone. ![]()
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