y weekend was sup

and my dau

pe, a place of still water and tall pine trees that smelled like

eady in her swimsuit, her laughter echoing over the wa

half-finished book in my lap. This was peace. The kind o

rom across the lake, growing louder. A h

leaming, cutting a sharp wake through the

ce sha

At the helm was a woman I recognized instantly fro

rge, red-faced man in a tight polo shirt surveyed our property like he was planning to

killed the engine and hopped off, her ento

ss her face. She didn't see a Cabot. She saw Sa

voice dripping with condescens

king me up and down, her eyes

house for the weekend. To enter

had stopped swimming and was now treading water,

e welcoming committee

otten on the chair. My v

dence. My private reside

d, a shrill, u

for everything. This is his world

y for two hundred years. The trust that owns it also owns your boyfriend' s ent

't say tha

tween us. Her arrogance was a physical thing, a

tle kingdom. She had no idea she was just