enough tread for winter.
He rarely said, “I love you.”
He said things like, “That water heater sounds wrong.”
Or, “Interest rates are probably coming down.”
Or, “You should keep jumper cables in the trunk.”
Then his wife, Margaret, died.
Frank became quieter afterward.
He lived through routine.
Tuesday breakfast at the same diner.
Thursday card night.
Sunday football.
And summers at Gull Lake.
The house sat a couple of hours north of Minneapolis, near Brainerd.
It wasn’t a mansion.
But it was beautiful.
Four bedrooms.
A screened porch.
An
