Meet Me at the Lake

by Carley Fortune

I missed my mom, too. So much. The older I got, the more I seemed to miss her.

You do know me. And I know you, too.

“It’s not what I pictured myself doing when I was twenty-two, but who the hell knows anything in their early twenties anyway?”

“Maybe.”

Predict: tbry keep the resort and his sister moves into the cabin next door

Nirvana ska

Ska?

With my short hair, there was nothing to hide behind.

Peter’s

Peter is her dad i bet

“Ten-year plans are bullshit.”

summer doesn’t last forever.

hug. “I know I’ve said it before, but you coming back here is probably the best thing that’s happened to me, the birth of my child included.” I laugh, feeling the stress of this week begin to ebb. “You need more friends.” “I have plenty,” she says. “And they haven’t put me

through what you have. But they’re just not as good.”

There’s so much I want to say, but I start with the hardest, simplest thing. “I missed you.”

“The imagination of my twentysomething self begs to differ,” Will

have very high standards for the ones I let into my life these days.

“Perfect,” I say. “I like chaos.”