They reached the lake a little after four, when the light had already gone thin and yellow over the far shore. Ada left the bags in the car and walked down to the dock in her socks, which she would regret.

The boards were warm; the water under them was not. She sat with her feet an inch above it and waited for her brother to call her back up the hill, the way he always had, and he didn't.

By the time the fire was lit, the wind had turned. Nobody said the word “sell”, and everybody heard it.