Lulu's Short Stories

After my father passed in 1992 my mother was lost. Her best friends was gone. Her partner her soul-mate her everything. During their retirement years they had taken many trips via bus airplane and car. Sometimes they would come out to visit their daughter Marylou who was transferred to this area in 1982. Dad loved my place on the lake. He and I would joke about how in Massachusetts this would be considered a pond as it is just over a mile to walk around and twenty-two feet at it's deepest depth. But here in central New York it's considered a lake so we'll leaveit at that.