The road into the valley was twisted and steep. Katie closed her eyes against the nausea. The old Model T turned sharply left and she gulped back the bile.
“No more curves now, Katie,” her father said.
“Oh Phil! It’s wonderful!” her mother exclaimed.
Katie opened her eyes. The car faced the short end of a two-story white rectangular building with a flat roof. Large letters spelled out “Eagle Nest Lodge.” To their right was a green lawn and the lake. Three white rowboats lay on the shore.
“We’re staying here?” she asked.
“Yep,” her father said. “I do a little bookkeeping for the owner, you and your mother get to relax.”
“For the whole three weeks?”
“Absolutely,” he said. Her parents exchanged glances. “Maybe longer,” he said. “We’ll see what happens.”
But Katie didn’t hear this last part. A tall dark-haired boy was rowing a boat toward the lodge.
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson