You'd think if a guy wanted to die in peace on the shores of some isolated lake, people would just let him do it. No such luck.
The poor schnook is followed by a student looking for an interview, a reporter looking for a really good story, and the local nut case.
Paul put the cat out about three in the morning, after stroking her gently under the chin. Then he blocked the cat doorway so she couldn’t get back into the cabin.
There was no point in the cat dying in the fire.
He staggered a bit once, as he shifted some wood around. The cabin was stuffed with wood, mostly dry tree branches. Near the middle, under the big oak table, dry grass was tied in bundles. Moving space was getting tight. He sat down and looked around, rubbing his face, then gripping his the sides of his head for a moment.
It no longer...