The Four Walls of My Freedom
“One, a film of his ninth birthday celebration at the cottage, showed him on our balcony surrounded by family, friends, hot dogs and torn-open gift boxes. Early that day, I had prepared hamburger patties for more than twenty guests and had left them on the kitchen counter ready for the grill. Jim had built a golf course of sorts on our back lawn, using ski poles tied with plastic grocery-bag flags sunk into buried lidless tin cans in the ground. We had eighteen such holes, each with amusing “haz...ards.” Jim helped Nicholas deliver handwritten invitations that read “The Nicholas Wright Invitational Golf Tournament to be held at the Royal and Ancient Lake MacDonald Golf Club.”
As the golf game neared its finish, I went upstairs to collect the hamburgers for the bar-b-q. They were nowhere in sight. The platter sat clean and empty on the counter. I suddenly had a terrible thought and knew in my heart that I was right — Goldie, our golden retriever, had eaten them.MoreLess
As the golf game neared its finish, I went upstairs to collect the hamburgers for the bar-b-q. They were nowhere in sight. The platter sat clean and empty on the counter. I suddenly had a terrible thought and knew in my heart that I was right — Goldie, our golden retriever, had eaten them.MoreLess
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