Evelyn Ford scraped the snow off the soles of her shoes and opened the cabin door. A wave of warmth rushed out from inside. She quickly shut the door, took off her boots, and slipped into her cotton slippers. Evelyn was ready to make dinner.
The charcoal in the kitchen stove was still burning. Evelyn picked up a few logs stacked in the corner, sat down, grabbed the axe beside the stove, and started splitting firewood.
She placed the newly split wood into the stove, and sparks SPUTTERED and popped. Evelyn filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove.
She took out a bag of hazel mushrooms, grabbed a handful, put them in a bowl, and let them soak in cold water for an hour.
Evelyn put on a new cassette tape—nostalgic folk songs from the last century. As the lazy, melodious singing began, Evelyn took a broom and started sweeping away the snow she had tracked in at the doorway.
