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Mist
This
is
what
happened
.
On
the
night
that
the
worst
heat
wave
in
northern
New
England
history
finally
broke-the
night
of
July
19-the
entire
western
Maine
region
was
lashed
with
the
most
vicious
thunderstorms
I
have
ever
seen
.
We
lived
on
Long
Lake
,
and
we
saw
the
first
of
the
storms
beating
its
way
across
the
water
toward
us
just
before
dark
.
For
an
hour
before
,
the
air
had
been
utterly
still
.
The
American
flag
that
my
father
put
up
on
our
boathouse
in
1936
lay
limp
against
its
pole
.
Not
even
its
hem
fluttered
.
The
heat
was
like
a
solid
thing
,
and
it
seemed
as
deep
as
sullen
quarry-water
.
That
afternoon
the
three
of
us
had
gone
swimming
,
but
the
water
was
no
relief
unless
you
went
out
deep
.
Neither
Steffy
nor
I
wanted
to
go
deep
because
Billy
could
n't
.
Billy
is
five
.
We
ate
a
cold
supper
at
five-thirty
,
picking
listlessly
at
ham
sandwiches
and
potato
salad
out
on
the
deck
that
faces
the
lake
.
Nobody
seemed
to
want
anything
but
Pepsi
,
which
was
in
a
steel
bucket
of
ice
cubes
.
After
supper
Billy
went
out
back
to
play
on
his
monkey
bars
for
a
while
.
Steff
and
I
sat
without
talking
much
,
smoking
and
looking
across
the
sullen
flat
mirror
of
the
lake
to
Harrison
on
the
far
side
.
A
few
powerboats
droned
back
and
forth
.
The
evergreens
over
there
looked
dusty
and
beaten
.
In
the
west
,
great
purple
thunderheads
were
slowly
building
up
,
massing
like
an
army
.
Lightning
flashed
inside
them
.
Next
door
,
Brent
Norton
's
radio
,
tuned
to
that
classical-music
station
that
broadcasts
from
the
top
of
Mount
Washington
,
sent
out
a
loud
bray
of
static
each
time
the
lightning
flashed
.
Norton
was
a
lawyer
from
New
Jersey
and
his
place
on
Long
Lake
was
only
a
summer
cottage
with
no
furnace
or
insulation
.
Two
years
before
,
we
had
a
boundary
dispute
that
finally
wound
up
in
county
court
.
I
won
.
Norton
claimed
I
won
because
he
was
an
out-of-towner
.
There
was
no
love
lost
between
us
.
Steff
sighed
and
fanned
the
top
of
her
br
**
sts
with
the
edge
of
her
-
halter
.
I
doubted
if
it
cooled
her
off
much
but
it
improved
the
view
a
lot
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
scare
you
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
there
's
a
bad
storm
on
the
way
,
I
think
.
"
She
looked
at
me
doubtfully
.
"
There
were
thunderheads
last
night
and
the
night
before
,
David
.
They
just
broke
up
.
"
"
They
wo
n't
do
that
tonight
.
"
"
No
?
"
