![]() ![]() She prepared meals that we either brought in coolers, or my father had caught in the lake. My mother was forced to cook on a stove that was fueled by logs. After all, we had no television or telephone. In my youthful mind it was as if we were on another planet, far away from everything, miles and hours out of the city. My eyes barely gazed over the window sill, the yard looked so big, and the trees seemed like a gigantic forest. ![]() While I had been to the cabin many times since childhood, that first time stood out from all my memories. Looking out the window of the cabin brought back memories of doing so for the first time when I was a little girl. Okay, okay, more than likely he was right. Get away from the window or close the shutter.” ![]() “I’m just looking to see if I see any.” There I was arguing with a defensive whine like one of my own kids do to me. Unbelievable, what was I, five again? I was a grown woman. ![]() Without a verbal response, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Nilie, get away from the window,” my father grumbled. After all of your support, I don’t believe I have ever dedicated a book to you. A lot of time and effort went into this from you guys and I appreciate it. Thank you to Paula Gibson, Kira R., and Shona M for all your help. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. ![]()
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