T and AJ went down to Rocklin for a few weeks. T took Baby, and AJ took Maddie, so it's Jack and me. I take the opportunity to imagine what it will be like when it's Jack and me for real...permanently. As usual, I moved into the cabin. I sit here in the little rocker, fire burning before me. Jack's on the couch, doing his morning foot-licking. He was confused last night, because this time, not just the people, but the other dogs left, too.
As I sit here, I look around: kitchen, dining room (someday the library/study); look up at the ceiling; bathroom that remains unfinished. Still wonder why AJ didn't have things completed here. She bought the cabin as a kit. Wall for the upstairs BR couldn't have been extra...could it?
Still wonder about T's motives. Why is she here? Been here all winter. Maybe when she gets back to Oklahoma, or Colorado, wherever, she'll stay put. Goose Ridge is to be mine, and there's nothing T or anybody else can do about it.
I still wonder how much longer AJ will live. In five years, she'll be ninety-one. She's afraid of death. She'll be like Grandma Witzke, desperately clinging to the body to her last breath.
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