I'm in Cape Cod. I've been here for about century, and I've seen it all. I love the busy summers when the family races out my doors and comes back in dusting me with sand. The winters can be lonely because I'm usually shut down tight, providing shelter to the mice. I'm worried because the fourth generation may decide to let me go. I've barely gotten to know the babies.
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For hours, we saw the grown-ups only in passing: my parents and aunts en route to a tennis match; Grandma tending her foxgloves; Grandpa trudging from the woods to the lower hall closet for a set of loppers, a Rorschach blot of sweat expanding from the collar of his khaki work shirt. (p. 36)
—Both from The Big House by George Howe Colt