“Enough with the questions for now. There’s something you have to see since you’re writing an article about me.” He downed another shot of vodka, stood, and grabbed my right hand. With a short and rough tug, he pulled me out of my chair and said, “Follow me. It’s outside.”
The October horizon filled with blue-purple-red splotches through the autumn leaves. A wind had kicked up, and it continued to rain. Large droplets of rain plummeted down from the darkening heavens, producing a cold and wet chill at the back of my neck.
He dragged me off the front stoop of his cabin and led me over a dirt pathway to the left and through the island’s woods and falling rain. Stones of various sizes lined the trail and reminded me of my childhood days in the Boy Scouts and Summer Camp. Quickly, we made th
