Lake Tomahawk, a short story.

In the Bullocks' backyard the grass stood nearly knee-high, clumped and heavy with dew, studded with the first leaves to fall from the tulip poplars. The lawn chair at the center of the yard had come into Lester and Dorothy Lee Bullock’s possession from her childhood home even before they moved into this house, newlywed, forty years ago, Lester taking on the mortgage and Dorothy the care of his invalid mother when heart attack took down his father at age fifty-two...