4
WHEN WE FINALLY MADE it to the cabin, I was stunned. It was two stories high and made of large cedar logs. There were windows everywhere, and a deck that wrapped around the home.
“What do you think?” asked Mom as she parked the car next to Nathan’s.
“It’s amazing,” I replied, opening the car door. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“It’s the right cabin. I saw pictures but wanted to surprise you.”
This was no average lakeside cabin; it looked like something you’d see on television. A retreat for the rich and famous.
“This must be worth millions. I can’t believe we’re staying here,” I said, unable to wipe the grin from my face.
“Yes, it’s quite extraordinary.” She sighed contently. “I’m still in shock that we get to stay here, too. Ernie is a lifesaver.”
“He’s more like Santa
