CHAPTER 13
WHEN EMMY SAID cabin, I’d pictured a small log affair in the middle of the forest, somewhat primitive, although I’d been hoping for indoor plumbing at least. This cabin was in the forest, but there the similarity ended. The huge A-frame building stood two storeys high, taller than some of the trees around the edge of the clearing. A wide balcony spanned the underside of the eaves on the second floor, chalet-style, looking down the mountain. I couldn’t wait to see the view in daylight. The gloom cloaking the trees didn’t do it justice.
Under the balcony, a wide porch held a swing seat and a barbecue, both covered up for winter. I bet in the summer, with the trees in leaf and the sun shining, the place would be heaven on earth. I’d even forgive the state of the driveway.
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