“Going to the beach?” the cashier asked.

“Going to the lake,” I said.

I paid thirty-two dollars and carried the little bag out to my car.

We sat in the parking lot while I ripped open the cardboard.

I took my phone out of my pocket and slipped it into the thick plastic case.

I clamped the black hinges closed at the top.

The seal locked into place with a loud click.

“Are you planning to take a swim in the farmhouse sink?” Margaret asked.