“Tessie Jo,” he said, when they were alone. “What is it?” She’d seen the overturned rowboat. Her curiosity had brought her to the south side of the boathouse. From there, she overheard her father speaking with the Peters; had overheard what the Peters wanted to do. From there, she saw her own father row the red canoe to the other side of the lake, and she saw him return from it, too. She knew what they had done.
