I could feel that Brody was tense as he drove and it surprised me that he did what his father wanted. “Did you go there when you were a kid?” I asked him after the silence had stretched on too long. “I never went anywhere when I was a kid, he didn’t acknowledge me until I was thirteen. Lisa made him buy the place. She thinks that it’s aristocratic to have a house on this particular lake. All of her charity friends do or something. Personally, I think it’s a waste of land. If it were up to me, I’d bulldoze the house and build a hotel there.” But when we got there, I found myself on Lisa’s side. It was gorgeous, with willow trees framing the lake; their branches dipping and swaying into the water in the slight breeze. The house itself was old, and held an elegance that I had never seen. I imagined that at one stage it would have been staffed by numerous servants while wonderful parties were held out on the lawn which led a manicured path down to the water.
