Maggie Linden is forty-nine, widowed six years, and about to lose the heart
pine floor of the Trade Street studio where she restores other people's
paintings because she stopped making her own.
Cole Colebrook is the carpenter who tells her it can be saved.
Then a lawyer's letter arrives from Mooresville. Maggie's aunt Ruth has died
and left her the house on Long Point - four bedrooms of log and river
stone standing over deep water, seventy-nine miles from Winston-Salem, and
eleven years since Maggie last drove it. They spend a summer bringing it back:
the screened porch, the boathouse, a 1961 Chris-Craft under a mildewed tarp.
Maggie starts painting again. Cole builds a walnut table instead of buying a
ring.
On a Sunday in March, a squall line crosses the Catawba in twelve minutes.
The water is forty-seven degrees. An old dog runs out onto the dock.
A love story about second chances at fifty, the things people build to
outlast them, and how much room one house can hold.