Lucy
I’ve moved the parlor table to the porch so I can feel the breeze as I write. It’s a lovely day, cool and almost cloudless, and the lake is that midnight blue it takes on in the late afternoon this time of year. Most of Matthew’s summer guests have gone, all but the young family. The mother is in her chair by the water, stretched out in her pink bikini to catch the last of the sun. Her children are playing with their sand toys next to her. He, the elder, is quite gentle with his sister. He touches her on the shoulder as they walk and fishes her toys out of the water when they drift too far for her to reach. Watching him, I wonder what our lives would have been like if we’d had a brother. Or if Lilith had been a boy.
Matthew stopped by earlier. He’s curious about what I’m doing, I ca
