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

his pockets. He tilted his head, his shoulder brushing the doorframe.

“I never understood why he kept this old thing,” Douglas said. “It is just a jumble of lines.”

“Arthur drew that face to show people who they really are when they look close,” I said, pausing between the words to let them find their weight.

“I only see a fox hiding in the brush,” Douglas continue reading …