I was imagining lots of campfire songs and marshmallows. Perhaps Uncle Michel would cook up some fresh fish. Alice and I would fall madly in love and perhaps start on little ones of our own. Sappy, right? Well sometime you dream.
Life however, it’s not all roses. I should know better. I do know better. Life doesn’t really care what you think or dream. It just moves forward. Even when you’re ready, it still manages to surprise you. Our first night out and tragedy strikes.
And the Grim isn’t very big on charity. No matter how much one begs.
Although I’d rented the place for two more days, they weren’t much of a vacation. We just hung around the cabin.
I convinced him we should stay, didn’t want to lose our deposit. I would say it was fun, just the two of us.