The Secrets of Lake Road - Karen Katchur Page 0,1

Caroline of the lake. There was a place inside of her mother as vast and as murky. It must be a sad place, because she often heard her cry. She imagined it was also a place where her mother felt trapped. She’d pull at her clothes and hair as though she were tangled in fishing line. Sometimes she’d run out of the house and drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return home for days.

Gram said we all run from something, whether it was a terrible childhood or a bad marriage, or perhaps we run from ourselves, and Caroline’s mother was no different. Caroline understood what Gram was saying, but she couldn’t help but wonder why her mother was always running from her.

“All set?” her mother asked when Caroline had finished making up the bed.

“Looks like it.” She ran her hand over the new green quilt Gram had stitched, smoothing out the wrinkles.

“I’m going to see what Gram needs from me.” Her mother walked away, leaving her alone to finish unpacking.

Caroline unrolled her new poster of the latest boy band and pinned it to the wall. She particularly liked the lead singer, and it wasn’t because she was boy crazy. She liked his skateboard. Okay, maybe she liked his hair, toothy smile, and flawless skin. That reminded her. She dug into the bag in search of sunscreen. She felt around and pulled out her cell phone. No bars or messages. She wasn’t surprised. She tossed it into a drawer. It wasn’t like anyone from home would miss her enough to text. And even if someone did want to contact her for some reason, it was next to impossible, since the lake was nestled deep inside the Pocono Mountains and what was considered a dead zone.

Gram’s voice rang out from the kitchen. She paused to listen.

“Why not?” Gram asked.

“I have things to do,” her mother said.

“You always have things to do. What things, Jo?”

“I don’t know. Things.”

A cabinet door was closed harder than usual.

“Can you at least stick around for a few days and help me clean out that back closet and porch? I can’t do it by myself,” Gram said.

Her mother sighed heavily. A second or two passed before she grumbled, “Maybe.”

But Caroline knew her mother’s maybes were always nos. She had learned at a young age that maybe was just her mother’s way of putting off the answer you didn’t want to hear. Could she get ice cream? Maybe. Could she go to the movies? Maybe. Could she get a skateboard? Maybe.

No ice cream. No movie. No skateboard.

Another cabinet door slammed, rattling the dishes inside, and Caroline figured Gram understood what maybe meant too.

Caroline went back to digging into her bag, pulling out an extra bathing suit and shorts. The cabin’s screen door squeaked open and closed this time without a bang. Her heart beat a little faster. Someone was sneaking out and she knew who.

She dropped the clothes onto the bed, raced out of her room, passed Gram in the kitchen, and bolted outside. Her mother waved as she hopped in the car and pulled away from the cabin. Gravel and dust kicked up from the tires of the old Chevy as she headed down the dirt road.

Caroline swiped her eyes. Crybaby, she scolded herself. At twelve years old, she should no longer need hugs and kisses good-bye from her mother.

And yet she still wanted them.

* * *

Gram opened the screen door. “Are you hungry for lunch?”

Caroline shook her head. “I’m going to see who’s around.” She dragged her feet, and puffs of dirt covered her sneakers. No matter how many times Gram planted seeds, only sparse patches of grass grew under the shade of the old maple trees.

Most of the cabins in the colony had yards. Very few were able to get grass to grow.

Caroline grabbed her bike from the ground. It was considered a boy’s bike, with the bar going across the frame rather than scooping down like a girl’s would. She had asked the man who had sold her father the bike what the difference was other than the obvious disparity with the bar. He had said the design of the scooped frame dated back to when girls wore skirts and dresses rather than pants. Otherwise, there was no difference in the performance or the ride. She wasn’t about to wear a skirt or a dress, so the boy’s bike it was.

She coasted down the dirt hill and crossed onto Lake Road, the main thoroughfare connecting the

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