Andrews @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } ELEVEN Life and Death . THAT NIGHT I TOLD LOGAN ALL THE DETAILS ABOUT my meeting with Fanny and what I had agreed to. He sat at the kitchen table listening, his eyes fixed on a waterglass that he kept turning and turning in his hands. I spoke quickly and pointedly, realizing the discussion was painful for both of us. He didn't disagree with anything or ask any questions. When I finished speaking, he sighed deeply and then sat back. "Heaven," he said, "I don't want to come down to Winnerow any more without you. I miss you too much. What do you say we buy a house down here. Something that will be so grand it will be the talk of the town. I need you with me, Heaven." "What's wrong with our cabin?" I asked. "It's always been home to me. Why do we need a house?" "Don't you think the owners and managers of what will be the community's bi est enterprise should have their own home, the kind of home where they can entertain important guests, hold dinners and parties?
