Keeper'n Me
“What I mean is that on those long, calm nights we get around here, a voice can carry for miles. We used to eavesdrop on conversations whenever we’d see Myron Fisher and Mabel Copenace heading out on the bay in her auntie’s canoe. They’d be talking all lovey-dovey across the bay and we’d catch every line. Old Myron would be mad as hell and chase us all around the townsite whenever we’d repeat what we figured were the sweetest lines of the evening. Myron and Mabel have been married for about three years now, got themselves a boy named Theodore and are living in a house at the east end of the townsite. Maybe all the teasing helped, I don’t know. Anyway, the lake is like a reflector that can take a whisper clean across.
Now according to Mabel’s auntie—not the one with the canoe, the other that’s older and has a face like a fresh-scraped deer hide once the wet’s all squeezed out—there was a time on this reserve when the lake was the only way to get a hold of someone on the other side.
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