Chapter 8“We’re going to have to expand your meal choices,” Glen said after he and Jamie finished eating and had taken their coffees with them to the sofa, with Lycus sprawled in front of the potbelly stove—which Jamie had lit prior to sitting down.
“Are we, now?”
“Yep. It’s deer hunting season.”
“Like I’ve got anywhere to store that much meat if I did shoot one.”
“If you’re planning on living here through the winter,” Glen replied, “you’re going to have to figure something out. There will be times when you won’t be able to get to town for fresh food.”
“Yeah, I know. Too bad Paul’s grandfather didn’t put in a cold cellar.”
Glen nodded, giving him a serious look. “You know, that’s the first time you said Paul’s name without sounding…bereft, I guess.”
“No it isn’t, is it?”
“You’ve be
