signed the cabin over to the two of you, wasn’t it?”
“I believe so,” I said, pausing to let the kitchen clock tick three times before I spoke. “Why do you ask?”
He did not answer right away, instead taking a slow sip of the cold black coffee. The silence in the kitchen felt heavy, stretching between us like a pulled wire.
I watched him look around my continue reading …
kitchen, his eyes lingering on the shelf where I kept the good china Clara had given me when I retired from the school library. “I was just thinking about how happy she was up there by the water.”
“She loved the lake,” I said.
“Did your father leave the deed in the safe deposit box, or is it still kept in the cabin closet?” he asked, his tone perfectly continue reading …
