“Okay, so you're supposed to speak with her on the phone tonight, and then make plans to see her this weekend?” Miss Dorothy asked as she sipped her steaming cup of coffee.
Miss Dorothy, Broderick, and Bolivan were sitting around a make-shift table made of a tree trunk and a piece of plywood. Plywood now covered the broken window and a small fire in the fireplace warmed the one-room cabin. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, shedding light through the intact cabin windows. The smell of freshly brewed coffee laced with a little bit of a calming elixir, compliments of Miss Dorothy, combined with the sunlight and heat from the fireplace helped to wash away any remnants of the night’s events.
“Yes, that was my plan. However, I’ll need to replace the window and table before she arriv
