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The Skin of the Lake
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Instead of running, I wrote back. With my own glove I dragged a word in the silt: WHO? The dried mud rippled and rearranged itself, letter by letter, into an answer: WE WERE FOUR. NOW WE ARE MORE. Then my lamp showed me the family standing in the doorway, smiling, counting us.
I read their message twice, then I ran out of air. As my vision narrowed, the family helped me up gently and walked me to the table. They pulled out the empty chair. I sat. The plate in front of me was clean and waiting, and I understood I would be setting it for the next crew, one summer from now.
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