On arriving at the lakeshore. Elaine finally spoke. “P, there’s something I have to tell you,” she said. I had a feeling where this might be going. Having recently taken a job in the city, she was probably thinking about the distance between us and how much we’d get to see each other. How she’d struggle to be alone for a week or two at a time. Had she quit her job? Or was she going to ask me to pack my things and move the...