The Killing of a Lobster

The trapper arrives at the dock with a large white pail of lobsters. My son, Henry, and three of my friends have been planning this meal since the day our group arrived at their summer house in Maine: a white farmhouse on the edge of the sea. We’ve hiked up mountains of rocks, paddled in lapping waves on the ocean and skinny dipped in a pond with the legend of a snapping turtle. We've secured the house from mosquitos and taken mushrooms gazing up at the Milky Way. We’re doing the whole Maine thing, and that includes this local lobster man showing up with fresh lobsters for the best and biggest meal of the trip.

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