The little A-frame cabin was even more charming than Cody had thought it would be, despite having seen pictures. Though he knew there were other similar cabins all around, the fir trees pressing in on all sides did indeed make it seem remote, like something out of a fairy tale, one he hoped was not “Hansel and Gretel.”
They got out of the van, and Cody started to help Rory get the bags into the cabin, even though Martha told him not to. “You strain your back or something and we get sued.”
Cody just grinned at her, shouldering a trunk full of lighting equipment. “Me strong like bull.”
“Put that down. Please.”
Rory came over and relieved Cody of his burden. “Dude, if you need to, just grab one of the bags of groceries.”
Martha put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing just that.
