The air was as hot and thick as cat’s fur, but in the lake, Jed and Charlie didn’t much care. I, however, was fanning myself with a copy of Better Homes and Gardens from 2006 that I had found on the coffee table in the cabin the Wilsons had rented for the week. I am not a fan of summer. Nope, not a bit. Give me a January day anytime. I can always put on more clothes, but for the sake of decency, there’s only so much a person can take off.
Better Homes and Gardens Still, the evening was pleasant, with the heat and humidity giving way to the lake breeze. The day was turning over to the purple of night, and as the boys climbed out of the lake, I watched the fireflies begin to flicker in the tree line. Behind me, I could hear the faint voices of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson as they had their one beer
