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

movements slow and stiff from the heavy lifting.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the polyester bedspread rough against my palms.

“The heater is under the window,” Clara said, her fingers adjusting her glasses as she stared at the brown plastic dial on the wall. “I will turn it up to seventy.”

“Do not bother,” I said. “We will only be here continue reading …