The world beyond the windows has disappeared completely.
Jillie considers this excellent news.
"Now nobody can leave."
I nearly choke on my drink.
Sadie points her spoon at her daughter.
"That sounded suspicious."
"I meant because we're having fun."
"Sure."
"I did."
"Uh-huh."
Jillie grins.
Absolutely unrepentant.
Dinner turns into laughter.
Then hot chocolate.
Then there’s a debate about whether marshmallows count as soup toppings.
Apparently, they do not. At least according to Sadie.
Jillie and I remain unconvinced.
We lose the argument anyway.
Mostly because Sadie controls the food.
Afterward, Jillie decides the cabin requires a blanket fort.
Not wants. Requires.
"The living room is too empty."
I look around.
The living room contains:
A couch.
Two armchairs.
A fireplace.
A coffee table.
Bookshelves.
A Christmas tree.
