Читать книгу The Arsonist's Song Has Nothing to Do With Fire - Allison Titus - Страница 36
ОглавлениеVivian Merritt Foster drowned in Good Hope Lake. During the heat wave, late afternoon, solo captaining the boat down to the basin where the old prison barracks were, now mostly rotted to shacks. Around here, people joyride boats, leave the cars alone. Mostly ends okay but the storm broke out, no warning, and this boat wasn’t a boat with a proper cabin but a skiff you shove right out of on rough waters, which came, rolling waves that pounded the docks—too far off—and the vessel. The rain pounded the splintering boat and the dreggy lake and went on and on and the lightning diagrammed the smokestacks through the dark, slashed the treetops. Vivian couldn’t swim. She is survived by one known brother, Seth Everett Foster, most recently of California. She appears to have struggled to pen a letter to dry land in her last minutes, though no evidence thereof remains.
