“They’d been loading the sky all night. Because of the overcast the early day was warm and he walked out in his boxers and his unlaced boots to pee. There was no frost and he could smell the pines and the lake. He would check Yarnell’s reading when they were up at Clark. It was his last full day with Vonnie and it was at him, his heart, the way he knew it would be. He’d had a bad ten months and now he was better. He could almost accept it; he could get through a day. He went back and knelt, work...ing his tinder fire. “Get dressed,” Vonnie said from her sleeping bag in the tent. “I’m starting the fire,” he said. “You want to eat, no?” “Put your pants on.” He pulled his clothing from the tent and looked at her. “You warm enough?” “Perfect,” she said. “Thanks for the shelter.” Seeing her in the old tent in the gray day required him to turn and open the cooking kit. He’d been surprised about how all of it operated in his body, sharp moments everywhere, primarily in his stomach, but also his upper back and forehead.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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