Lucy
At the lake, some children were younger than I, and others were older than Lilith, but none were our age. We didn’t mind this, because we took little interest in other children anyway. On weekday evenings we’d join their game if we liked the game and were feeling sociable, but usually we walked up the hill to the bridge by ourselves. The bridge had low stone walls that Father, along with the other lake fathers and sons, built one summer when he was a boy. They were only a foot or so high, so they made a perfect bench for us. There we’d sit as the night fell around us, our feet dangling over the water, and talk about our future selves: rich, beautiful, and far away.
Lilith had it all planned. We’d go to Hollywood, where she would be discovered and become a movie star. I would be her
