In His Dreams
"Change…just accept it, Marsha. The only thing permanent is death." Marsha Sullivan muttered her thoughts aloud.
Her mind filled with equal parts nostalgia and frustration as she leaned against the chalet's deck railing and gazed beyond the Lake Michigan beach to the glistening water. The cottage brought back too many memories. She had feared this would happen. It had once before.
She smacked her fist against the wooden rail and turned her back to the rolling waves. "Barb," she called to her sister inside the summer cottage, "let's go into town for a while and pick up groceries."
Straining to hear her sister's response, she waited a moment before calling again. "Barb? Did you hear me?"
"What?" Her sister's voice bounded through the screen.
"Let's take a ride into town for groceries."
The screen door slid open, and Barb stepped through the doorway with a frown darkening her face. "We just got here. We should have shopped when we got off the ferry."
Marsha's shoulders tensed. "We came here first because I thought you'd like to put away your clothes and unpack the car."
Barb's frame blocked the doorway, her ... read full excerpt from In His Dreams ebook
