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

letting a long pause settle between my words.

“Three hours if the highway near Lansing is clear,” she said, adjusting her silver-rimmed glasses with a quick tap of her index finger. “But I do not like leaving you out here alone, Mother.”

“I have lived in Oakhaven for forty years, Clara,” I said, pausing to look at the dry geranium leaves in the clay continue reading …