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

white plumes in the late afternoon air. Raymond was standing by the open trunk, his coat unbuttoned.

He was holding a thick blue folder under his arm. When he heard my car tires crunching on the gravel, he quickly placed the folder inside the trunk and let the lid drop shut.

I got out of my car, the cold air biting at my cheeks. The continue reading …