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

of a fox.

“We need to keep this in a safe place,” I said.

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway cut through the kitchen.

Clara stood up and walked to the window, pulling the white curtain back an inch. “It is Douglas,” she said. “He is alone.”

“Let him in,” I said.

“Mother, you do not have to speak to him,” Clara said, her hand hovering continue reading …