Chapter 21 The Forest Is Our Friend

• “The water’s still out,” I sighed. “I must have a busted pipe.”
• Not ideal if I wanted to cook fish in the house or take a bath tonight. I searched the storage room for tools so I could look for the pipe. I had no idea what to do but I had to do something or suffer without running water. No, luck finding the busted pipe. The house was dry.
• I waited until the sun lowered in the sky before I travelled to the lake to grab my dinner. It had been a slow day and I couldn’t stop thinking about Marcel. The night we shared and the promises he made.