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

in faded black ink.

“I should have stayed at the cabin,” I said, my voice barely louder than the hum of the heater.

“The injunction said we had to vacate by sunset, Mom,” Clara said, turning around to face me. “We could have been arrested.”

“It is my house,” I said.

Clara walked over and sat next to me on the bed, her hand resting on continue reading …