Rhiannon missed him greatly, and it was hard to satisfy her boredom. Other than cooking and cleaning, there wasn’t much else to be done inside the cabin. The previous occupant hadn’t even left behind any books or handiwork supplies. Despite her protests, Edwin wouldn’t even permit her to go outside long enough to reset the blue turkey traps near the trees surrounding their tiny abode.On the third night of a long snowstorm, Edwin returned to the cabin after his longest hunting trip yet. With many of the animals hiding out during the harsh weather, food had been scarce as of late. While Rhiannon knew she would be dead without Edwin to take care of her, she came to resent the words, “I’m going hunting today.”“Why are you being so quiet?” Edwin asked as they lay in front of the fire that night.“I’m trying to sleep,” replied Rhiannon.“That may be so,” said Edwin, “but you’ve been short with me all evening. I’ve noticed you rolling your eyes at me on more than one occasion, and I’ve heard you mumbling unkind words.”Rhiannon stiffened.
