27 KentKent took his time brewing the second pot of coffee.
Moving with slow precision, he carefully aimed the stainless-steel faucet into the right hand well of his white porcelain kitchen sink.
He poured coffee dregs from the glass carafe into that side of the sink and turned the faucet handle. Cold water splashed against porcelain, turning the black liquid to brown and washing it down the drain. The sink glistened.
In his kitchen, he could easily keep things neat and tidy.
Standing at the heart of his log home, he could pretend his life was under control.
The peeled, polished, and rounded log walls glowed in the cool light from the ceiling fixture. They smelled sweetly of cedar.
The wood cabinets were a matching gold color. Below them, a white refrigerator and stove made a nice co
