going to be his anyway.
I looked at Bradley.
He couldn’t meet my eyes.
“Is that what you believe?”
“Mom—”
“You assumed I was already gone enough to divide up my summers.”
Ashley protested.
Bradley finally looked at me.
“There’s more.”
“I know.”
Then I took out the financing papers.
The color left his face.
“What were you borrowing money for?”
He swallowed.
“Mom, I can explain.”
“Good.”
I opened the door.
“Explain.”
They came inside.
For the first time in his life, my son entered the cottage like an
