I stood dripping on the shore.
        I knew Frank was there, standing at the edge of the trees with her hood pulled far before her face.
        The cold rain slanted down sharp and quick as knives; fast, thick the falling icy rain driven in off the lake. It was heaving and gray; whitecaps stirred near its raw center where winds shearing off the peaks drove the waters into vortices.
        I had been swimming with the carc.