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

toward the window that faced the lake.

“I have my savings,” I said slowly.

“Savings do not last forever,” he said, his words cutting off the end of my sentence. “Listen, I want to be fair. I know we have our differences about what Arthur wanted, but I am not a monster. I can draft a simple agreement. You can live here in the cabin for continue reading …