Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

it was completely useless.”

“There is usually a pencil,” I said, my voice dropping.

“Pencil is no good for this,” Douglas said. He reached into his flannel shirt pocket and pulled out a heavy, polished silver pen. The metal caught the pale light from the window, gleaming with a bright, cold luster. He extended it toward me, the gold clip pointing downward.continue reading …