My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

I found Marin in the sunroom sitting cross-legged on the rug with Poppy, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter. They were playing Go Fish under a floor lamp shaped like a brass heron, one of my grandmother’s old purchases. Marin looked up at me.

She was seven then, with dark eyes like her father’s and my habit of going very still when she was trying to continue reading …