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

looking out the window at the town square where the maple trees had lost nearly all their leaves.

“And Douglas only saw a fox,” I said.

Clara frowned, her mouth tightening into a straight, disapproving line.

“Mother, this is a legal hearing, not an art appreciation class,” Clara said.

“We cannot tell a county mediator that my uncle is a thief because continue reading …