The honeymooner cabin was usually light and airy, windows positioned just right to catch the rising sun, with gaily decorated walls and little plaques of love sonnets. Big chairs and a large sofa sported large, soft cushions so that the newlywed couple, if they didn’t have the patience to make it to the four poster Victorian bed in the tiny bedroom, could drop and rock just about anywhere. Even the kitchen area boasted counters wide enough to boost someone up. Now, though, those comforts had been turned to another purpose.
The windows were covered with dark curtains, the edges tucked in to prevent any light from leaking out. The love sonnet plaques and other small chotski’s on the wall were gone. The only thing that remained untouched was a simple clock, with a sweep second hand that tick
