Not afraid of a little firewood are you?” Uncurling his left arm the unshaven man dropped three large logs to the floor. He placed the axe against the wall, wiped his hands on his jeans. David’s face went from pale to crimson as he watched the unshaven man toss a log on the fire and leave the room. “I feel so gay.” He collapsed on the couch again. Felicitas didn’t sit. She still stood wide eyed watching the unshaven man disappear around the corner. Rosie entered the living room with hot coffee, cider and homemade muffins on a tray. She placed the treats on the hearth and then poked at the fresh log stirring up the embers. “I heard you met Grant.” She said winking at David. “He’s washing up. He’ll be in shortly. Better get comfortable I got a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” David sighed when he realized there would be no escaping anytime soon he nodded his head toward the telephone sitting on the end table.
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