"A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature."
In which two cousins go on a journey that will change both of their lives forever.
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(a needed distraction)
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THE WAFFLE HOUSE IS THICK WITH THE SMELL OF PROCESSED SYRUP AND STALE COFFEE. Mostly empty booths line the wall to their left, and a mottled gray counter runs down the right. The quiet murmurs, the sizzle of the griddle in the kitchen, and the low jukebox music playing in the background, it has AZ tapping her feet.
The woman behind the counter barely glances up when they enter. Uncle Edwin leads them to the empty booth that looks the least sticky. The red cushion backs hiss and sighs when they slide in, and there's a constellation of crumbs strewn across the creaky table.
A waitress strolls over, one hand deep in her black apron and the other clutching a pair of stained menus. "I'm Sheryl. I'll be takin' care of you today. Here's a menu. Can I start y'all out with some drinks?" She tugs a notepad out and waits, watching them from underneath a black visor.
Uncle Edwin goes first, he flips his menu over once, then hands it back to her. "Coffee, please. Black. And I'll have a waffle with city ham and smothered and covered hash browns, large." AZ watches as Sheyrl takes his menu. She looks at hers for a minute before making her decision.
