Hug or piggy back? Eporner And our favorite time of all was summertime at our lake cottage. We lay together for long minutes, kissing, touching, reminding ourselves of what we’d discovered together. I’d asked Isabel to meet at this diner, half way between our towns. “There’s nothing like cottage coffee, is there?” she asked. And, finally, our mother’s secret ingredient, a bit of honey. I placed chopped onions in a large cast iron dutch oven, added oil, then peppers, garlic, then a few chopped carrots. Another half hour on the slower, twisting road to the lake and we were there. “I remember racing out to it, the winner getting to be the first to dive off the board.”
“Remember our “Fight For The Castle” game?” I replied, “when we’d wrestle and try to push the other off the float and take possession?
