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

down at her hands, her fingers smoothing the edge of the yellow legal pad. “I almost helped him convince you to sell.”

By late afternoon, the wind off the water had died down, leaving the lake flat and dark like slate. I sat on the porch of the cabin Arthur had built with his own two hands forty years ago.

The blue folder lay on my lap, its heavy cardboard continue reading …