Chapter 16
Juanito hadn’t been lying when he’d said his cabin was little. We were deep in the woods, and got there late evening after a long car ride of great chats and fun flirts, with several stops for food and gas. We parked on the gravel driveway that was a bit more of a dirt path mixed with leftover blotches of snow.
“Here we are, my papis,” Juanito said with extra enthusiasm.
We got out of the truck and ambled along the lightly snowed ground, the calming sounds of pure nature greeting us. The snow-roofed cabin was of horizontal strips of dark wood and had a small window on either side of the solid door. It was hard to look through the tinted glass of the windows. The door at least had a peephole, though.
I was such a big city guy that I wasn’t used to dead silence in the country
