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

at this, Helen,” Douglas said, interrupting me before I could even slide my coat off. He tapped his knuckles on the wooden edge of the table. “Arthur wanted this settled before the snow starts.”

He reached into his breast pocket and slid a folded sheet of paper across the Formica. It was a photocopy of a quitclaim deed, the edges slightly crooked from continue reading …