After her divorce, Janet decided that she needed to get away from everything and decided to spend a month at the cabin her grandfather built.

In the mornings, Janet’d walk along the shore, kicking at the lake in too-big rubber boots and wearing an old sweater she’d found in a closet that still smelled of her grandfather’s cigars.

She cleaned out the attic one afternoon. Then the basement the next. Then she rearranged the furniture in the living room. Outside, she raked the leaves into a pile almost as tall as she was and let herself fall backwards into it.



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