across the room. i smiled back; i knew what he was thinking. he was the one that had sent me out in the first place! boy, was it good to be back with the ones i loved!
my dad gave me another grin and called my little brother over and told him to go outside and stand on the rock behind the cabin. the old, paint peeling porch door slammed shut as he went out.
picking up my book, i curled up in a chair by the crackling fire and settled down to read. my dad quickly walked out of the cabin and quietly closed the door behind him as he went 