The Summer Place

by Jennifer Weiner

the street?” Saul waved one large, spotted hand dismissively. “He’ll have plenty of money once I’m gone. But hopefully that won’t be for a while.” The old man drew himself up straight. “I want the place to myself.” This cannot be happening, Sam thought. This can’t be real. He made his way out of the living room, through the foyer, out the front door, where

Both women pumped their arms as they walked and dreamed (or at least Sarah did) of the days when they’d been runners, before hip pain or back problems had slowed them down.

half-watch some show about tiny houses on TLC while she made her weekly shopping list. At night, she’d savor a quiet hour alone in the kitchen, after everyone had gone to sleep, prepping the next night’s dinner or paging through cookbooks while she sipped a cup of tea.

asperity. “He knows how to hire a sitter, same