“The telephone rings as I am buttoning my longjohns, flattening my good mood. No one but my inspector knows exactly where we are, and I think he would only call me out on a night like this, with the wind chill so low that traveling further than half a kilometer on foot could be a health risk for an emergency.*
“They’re probably carrying every single thing they own, but it isn’t the efficiency of their packing skills that impresses me, it’s the way they work together. It’s like they have a playbook somewhere with things like the Dogsled pass and the Checker Cab handoff. It’s like the freaking Musical Ride and they’re out of the taxi with everything they own strapped and wrapped around them in ten seconds flat.* Continues where East O the Sun left off.
“Her voice is heavy from the medication and it makes her sound older. Older and drunk” –”looking for my father?” she’s saying and I take it like a punch. I’ve been taking those nonstop for almost twenty-four hours now; I can hardly feel them anymore except that I can.* Finishes what East O the Sun and Ashes Ashes began.
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