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AmosI wind the car through the narrow drive. A forest of tall pines lines either side of the road, creating a beautiful canopy of green over us. Moments later, the house comes into view. Huge and white with dozens of grand windows, the house is exquisite and impressive as it overlooks the white sand and crystal blue water of Lake Michigan.
“How did you score this place?” I ask Alma as I put the car in park, knowing a rental this beautiful would book up two years in advance.
“Well.” Alma grins proudly. “You know, Ms. Betty?”
“Our psychologist, Ms. Betty?”
“The very one.” Alma nods. “It’s hers! She said it’s always rented except for the weekends that she’s up here. She and her wife Florence were supposed to be here this weekend but had to fly to Florida instead. One of their daughter
