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

cheeks of the main figure.

I did not touch the frame. I went into the bedroom and began folding my heavy wool sweaters into a green suitcase.

Each sweater smelled of cedar and the lavender sachets I had placed in the drawers three summers ago.

Clara came in carrying another empty box, her boots making a dull thud on the pine floorboards. “We should leave continue reading …