Looking At the Moon
“The steady pull of the paddle soothed her jangled feelings and she pretended she was the only person on the lake. But just as she came back around the corner of Little Island she heard Gavin calling her. Every evening the whole family had to gather in the living room for games and reading aloud.
Gavin waited while Norah lifted up the canoe. “Did you know Andrew once caught a lake trout that was as big as Denny?” he told her.
“That’s impossible,” snapped Norah.
She lingered in the doorway of the living room, looking for Andrew so she could sit as far away from him as possible. He was on one side of the fireplace, Denny on his lap and the rest of the cousins as close to him as they could get. Gavin skipped over to join them.
Aunt Bea leaned towards Andrew, an eager look on her foolish face. “Now tell us about your mother. Is she over that dreadful flu?”
“It wasn’t flu, it was a cold,” said Aunt Florence.
“It was flu!” cried Aunt Bea, her hair falling out of its pins.
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