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

the wooden post of the porch rail. “The developer was offering one hundred ten thousand dollars. It would have cleared everything.”

I looked at him, seeing the small lines of panic around his eyes. He was sixty-four years old, but he looked much older in the grey light.

“Arthur left a deed,” I said.

Douglas stopped tapping his knuckles. “What?”

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