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December 7, 2008
After my father remarried, he built a cottage on the site. It was like no cottage I’d ever imagined for this lake of my childhood. My father designed it and proudly shared the story of how he had drawn it out on a napkin with his children – a lovely story without a shred of truth. The cottage my sisters and I had imagined was a lake house nestled in the woods.

I guess my sisters knew about it when it was built but they were sworn to secrecy. Secrecy was big in my family. My mother’s cancer comes to mind.