casual.
I paused, my hand dropping to my lap. “I honestly don’t remember, Michael.”
He smiled, but his fingers went back to his watch strap, tightening it by one notch. “We should go up there next weekend and look for it, just to make sure everything is in order.”
I did not answer, turning instead to look at the cold coffee spot darkening the yellow daisy continue reading …
remember the lake cabin the summer we turned twelve?”
I touched my bare ring finger, rubbing the spot where my skin felt thin and dry. “We stayed there for six weeks because Clara had the measles.”
He adjusted his silver watch strap, sliding his fingers under the metal band before letting it snap back against his wrist. “And that was the year your father continue reading …
on my table.
“The cabin belongs to both of us now,” he added, his voice soft. “Since Clara’s half passed to me, we really ought to keep the paperwork together.”
The kitchen clock chimed once for the half-hour, a sharp, metallic sound that seemed to linger in the corners of the room.
“I suppose we should,” I murmured, though my stomach continue reading …
