It was getting close to the time when my parents had to return home. They chose to stay at Edna’s hotel, so Brett and I could get me settled in. I think they also wanted to give us enough privacy to f**k through the infatuation stage, but I was just speculating on that.
Cyrus was released from hospital, or checked himself out more likely, and rented a float plane. He contacted me through the flight service station, with an invitation to bring Brett, and my parents, along to visit Grand Pond. We all met at a dock jutting out into the lake, where a plane similar to the one he lost was moored.
I helped Mom and Dad in, knowing he was going to be cramped, with his considerable height being squeezed into a sardine can. He didn’t complain though, but then again, I couldn’t remember a time when
