I found her body pinned beneath a broken-down pier, her face buoyant and staring at the moon. She kept me company as the summer nights grew colder. The lake in those days was far less inhabited…more like a giant mud hole between broken down cabins and lake houses. There were no other teenage boys around, just some old fishermen on the other side of the lake. It was just me and Pa fixing up an old lake house, a mere shack he inherited from my grandpa. At that time, my mother was gone, left us for greener pastures, and I was bitter but growing more to understand why she had gone away. [...]
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