The Sugar House. Christine Flynn

began, its sweet scent filling the room. It took forty gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup. With over two hundred gallons in the pan, she had a lot of water to boil off, and other work to do before it became syrup. She still had to pack what she’d made last night.

      A thermometer hung on the frame outside the multipaned window. Checking the temperature, she frowned. Joe had said the mercury was dropping. She just hadn’t realized it had fallen far faster than she would have liked. With the temperature now below freezing, the flow of sap from the trees into the holding tank would soon stop, if it hadn’t already.

      “Joe is right, you know.” She spoke as she moved to the coffeemaker that was on its final gurgle and hiss. She couldn’t deny the conclusion Jack had drawn about the town having condemned them all. In her little neck of the woods, people were judged by their kin as much as they were by their own actions. The inhabitants of Maple Mountain weren’t exactly the Hatfields and the McCoys. To the best of her knowledge no one had ever taken after a neighbor with a shotgun. But once sides were chosen and people decided who was right and who was wrong, it was easier to make a loon fly backward than to get folks to change their minds. “You don’t want to get stuck out there. It’ll just be a minute before your coffee is ready.”

      With the clock ticking on his departure, Jack jammed down the irritation that had slipped past his guard. Subtle, she was not. But she had a point. Getting stuck in the middle of nowhere was not something he wanted to do with a storm coming in. He did need to get out of there. He had movers coming at eight in the morning.

      “Just answer one thing for me, would you?”

      Removing the lid of a small insulated container, she filled it with hot water at the sink. “What’s that?”

      “What is it that we’re being blamed for, beyond taking that property?”

      For a moment it seemed her motions stilled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”