Now there’s just the two of us in the cabin.
Crawfurd and Al left so suddenly, and then
the sheriff came. He, too, went off in a hurry.
New snow is piling up; all traces are covered.
Are you comfortable? We have coffee, dry logs
for the stove, oil for the rose-glass lamp.
Now I am going to tell you a story.
If you have any comments on her poem, Jane Røken would
be pleased to hear from you.