Chapter Three
While we were eating, Margo suggested we drive up to the lake and spend the rest of the weekend at the cottage. We have a wonderful camp in the mountains about two hours north of here. Fifty years ago my grandfather bought the entire upper half of a beautiful pristine lake and several hundred acres from a logging company that was going bankrupt. He was in the right place at the right time and had the money to do it. It’s a great place for us to go and play, since the nearest neighbor is at least a mile away and not in sight no matter which way you look.
It’s great to be able to do things like that. We didn’t even have to go back to the house. On the way up we stopped at a little butcher shop on an unknown crossroads and got a couple of T-bone steaks for dinner. I’ve been to
