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table, four quick, restless raps that sounded like a woodpecker on dry bark. “I was thinking about the cabin on my drive over. I know you are worried about the bills.”

“The bills are paid,” I said, pausing between my sentences. “The oil delivery was four hundred fifty dollars, but it is done.”

“For now,” Douglas interrupted, his voice rising a fraction.continue reading …