Following the cup of coffee and conversation with myself in the kitchen, I spent two hours working for L&H Realty, prettying two bathrooms for their website. I labored over my laptop and used a wireless mouse. I removed crud from bathroom tiles, erased rust from stainless steel shower heads, and carefully made a crack in a marble bathroom counter vanish, all with just a few keystrokes and mouse waves.
By the end of those two hours, my stomach started to growl, an audible cry for food. Minestrone soup from a can and two slices of pumpernickel would suffice for lunch. While preparing the meal, using my uncle’s microwave and a bowl, I heard three knocks on the cabin’s front door. I exited the kitchen, thinking Noah Rexington had taken a break from his morning cop duties to check on me, and f
