The lost lake

I went to live with Dad last summer.

Every day he worked in his room from morning to night, sometimes on weekends, too. Dad wasn’t much of a talker, but when he was busy he didn’t talk at all.

I didn’t know anybody in the city, so I stayed home most of the time. It was too hot to play outside anyway. In one month I finished all the books I’d brought and grew tired of watching TV…