Summer at the Lake Quotes

“And they began to move to the music, quickly learning each other’s nuances. They soon danced with fluidity and grace, as though they’d been partners a hundred times before. “You really move well,” she said softly. “A natural.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“Crazy like a mother.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“You’re here to work with Sandy Page.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“The trouble with perfectionists,” he mused, “is that they always think about the occasional failure instead of all the successes.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“At its best, parenthood was a challenge. At its worst, it was a struggle through quicksand.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“Quincy, however, didn’t seem ready to lose his new friend. He tucked his head under Ashley’s arm, looked up with adoring eyes and licked her on her cheek and neck. His tail wagged so hard, its breeze gave Kristin goose bumps. “He likes me!” The delight in Ashley’s voice was unmistakable as she hugged the big canine.”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake

“That dog’s smarter than I am.” She winked at Ash, and Ashley giggled. Then she left the house. Kristin gazed through the window and in the near distance, saw Rick, Madison, Danny and Quincy on their boat coming into dock. She immediately understood what her daughter hadn’t voiced. The dog’s real family was here now. Ashley would be left out. “The hordes will want lunch, so I’ve got to leave,” said Cathy. “I came over to invite you guys to supper. We’ll grill outside - very informal. I hope you can make it.” Kristin did not have a social calendar, but neither was she sure about having Rick’s “hands-on” family in her personal life. Still, after last night’s get together, it was probably too late for keeping many secrets. “What can we bring to the party?” “Oh, goody!” Cathy was back in form. “Rick will be happy.” The two women walked outside in time to see Quincy race toward Ashley and cover her with kisses. “Ugh!” Ashley protested. “You’re all wet and yucky, Quince.” She stepped back. “You would be too if you kept jumping in the lake for a swim.” Rick joined them, tee shirt soaked, hair standing on end. Eyes bright. He jerked his head toward his sister. “From now on, it’s either the hound or your monsters. Not both.” She punched him lightly on the arm. “Sure, sure, sure. When I see it, I’ll believe it. Ricky, the kids play you the way you play a fish - pulling in the line, letting it out, pulling it in until they catch you. And they always catch you.” She grinned at Kristin. “A real fish might escape, but this fish doesn’t have a chance with the kids. He”
― Linda Barrett, Summer at the Lake