Chapter 42: The Gray and Tumultuous Lake
November 19, 2015
The lake was gray and tumultuous. Its waves were high and overactive. Swirls of the liquid overlapped, rolled, and meshed with the white and melancholic sky. It was going to snow. A storm was blowing down from Canada and was supposed to drop three to six inches of snow by morning. Erie would be frozen and in a blanket of whiteness within the next twenty-four hours, which is exactly how I liked the city.
“You’re thinking about Tuck, aren’t you?” Carl asked, finding me in a daze, staring out at the lake from one of his garage/studio windows, holding a cup of coffee in both hands, next to my chin.
“A little. It’s hard not to think about him.”
Carl moved up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, provided my torso with a squeeze, a
