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

the small room. He did not look up from the lens. “Arthur always lifted his pen there.”

“He might have been tired,” I said, though my own words felt thin and hollow in my ears. “He was very weak at the end, Raymond.”

“Perhaps,” Raymond said, sliding the magnifying glass back into his desk drawer. “But the alignment along the bottom margin is remarkably continue reading …