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

I did this three times, feeling the worn, familiar band before I spoke.

“We do not usually have pie at ten in the morning, Douglas,” I said, my voice quiet in the small kitchen.

“Well, times change, Helen, we have to keep up with the days,” he said, already moving toward the stove. He tapped his knuckles against the edge of the pine continue reading …