Summers at Silver Lake
Denise Parrish walked down the lane that went from her family’s cottage and led to Silver Lake. Every school year, the young woman looked forward to spending her summer here. It was a refuge for Denise, a place of calm and tranquility and beauty. Even now, the foliage and the gentle breezes were wafting the stresses of the past year away. Her family had owned the cottage ever since Denise could remember, even though ‘cottage’ was no longer an apropos term for the place. Denise’s parents had...