Chapter 12

“No, thanks. You’ve come a fair piece. Best rest up because we’ll start work at sunup.”

I take a chair and watch him work. He seems comfortable rolling dough and I wonder did his mother teach him or has he picked this up of necessity in the camps? Of course I think back to Chet’s good cooking, pleased that I may be in for more of that. Unfortunately, this brings Dieter to mind and for some minutes it’s him I see at the stove. An ache fills me, and when the image fades, I find myself in the wrong cabin with the wrong man.