Chapter 16
Doug again sat on the little back deck of his lakeside cabin, green towels covering the damp wood of the chair, blanket draped over his legs.
The storm had finally let up about the time he got there with his cold takeout lunch, which he’d picked up from a cheap fast food place for some absurd reason. Even way out here, there were far better choices.
He at least could have waited until he got to Carlyle, so the hamburger and fries wouldn’t be quite so rubbery and congealed.
It somehow made sense at the time, but now the unsatisfying food sat like a lump in his stomach.
The aroma of several more people cooking out than the night before didn’t help.
This late afternoon, the lake was busier than the much nicer day before. No sailboats with the wind blown out by the storm. Plen
