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

a patch of swamp,” Douglas said. “You could live like a queen in a condo in town.”

I looked at the grease on his napkin. “Our property tax is two thousand four hundred dollars a year, Douglas. I can manage that on my own.”

“For how long?” Douglas asked, his voice rising. “Until the roof caves in?”

The waitress brought my bowl of chicken noodle soup and continue reading …