Whether Granted or Denied
Hyde had been right about my mother’s cabin. The neat, two-story building, with its stone fireplace and wraparound porch, was in excellent condition, and we decided to keep the cleaning crew on. The furniture was good quality, and it surprised me to find how much to my own taste it was—something that made Mama feel much closer to me. All the cabin had needed was a fresh coat of paint, some art on the walls, a king size bed, and a second bedroom set up as a nursery, which we used three separate times before putting the crib and changing table away for our children’s children.
The cabin was on a good-sized piece of land, with a small lake on the property, and each year we had the water tested to be certain it was safe for us to swim in—our children, young as they
