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

rooms with a familiar warmth.

At four o’clock, the air outside had turned sharp enough to sting my cheeks when I stepped out onto the porch.

I put on my heavy winter coat, the March nine bank tax receipt still resting in the deep interior pocket where I had tucked it for safekeeping.

I walked down the steps to the woodpile near the cedar continue reading …