The Wash
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At least, they had assumed it had been empty, but the soft glow suggested otherwise. When Sorsha and Olivia had received the letter, crested with the emblem of the notary in Glasgow, the images of the plot of land showed an aerial view of the shabby roof surrounded with an unkempt garden. Their inheritance, they assumed, was unoccupied. Pulling into the crescent shaped parking lot, Shorsha hit the breaks on the rental car as Olivia stopped the Fugazi tape just before it flipped to the B -side.
