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158 SNOWBOUND
that’s the next town west of here—handles my reservations.
They get lodge e-mail and answer my reservation
line. I check in with them a couple of times a
week.”
“Oh.” Satisfied, the boy nodded. “That makes sense.
But you must have your own e-mail address, too, right?”
“Yes, I check that at the library when I’m down in
Danson.”
“Wow, not having a computer here must be weird.”
Everyone at the table except Fiona nodded in amazement
and apparent sympathy for him. They couldn’t
imagine a life so primitive it didn’t include unlimited
access to the computer.
After lunch, the kids dispersed, and Fiona went back
to the laundry room. John followed her, taking the precaution
of closing the door behind him.
In the act of moving wet sheets between washer and
dryer, she looked from him to the door.
“The kids will wonder.”
“They’ve all set about their appointed tasks. I told
them I’d clean up from lunch.”
“You shouldn’t let them off the hook.”
“I was getting rid of them,” he corrected. “Washing
a few dishes is a small price to pay to get you alone.”
“Oh. In that case…” She flung a few wet towels in,
shut the dryer door and pushed Start, then came to him.
“And just why was it that you wanted to get me alone…?”
“To argue.” He reached up and smoothed her hair
behind her ear, loving the sleek feel, so different from
his own coarser hair.
“Um. About?” she whispered, lifting her face.