stone fence with his boot.
“But if you let somebody move the line once, they’ll come back with a bigger shovel.”
I remembered those words as I stood beside the lake.
Because somebody had brought a very big shovel.
The Water Wasn’t the Only Thing That Had Changed
I walked along the edge of the new lake, examining everything I could.
The construction wasn’t sloppy.
That was what frightened me.
This wasn’t somebody accidentally digging in the wrong place.
The basin had been carefully graded.
The banks had been shaped.