brother Derek said when I stepped out of my Subaru was, “You actually came?”
Not hello.
Not “Good to see you.”
Not even a fake hug for the people watching from the resort entrance.
Just that.
The Grand View Resort and Spa in Lake Geneva looked exactly like the brochure. White stone entrance. Glass doors. Valet stand. Fresh flowers near the lobby. A view of the lake glittering behind the building like something printed on a postcard.
My grandparents’ sixtieth anniversary reunion had been planned for nine months.
Three generations
