“…alarm was on the floor,” she heard her father say as she neared the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she said as she entered. Her father was cracking eggs for omelets while her mother chopped vegetables.
“Morning, sweetie,” said her mother. “How did you sleep?”
“Good. What’s the plan for today?”
“Three thousand feet up the side of the sheet we’ll ride to the crevasse to dump you.”
“Daaad…”
Her mother, Mytzi, laughed, shaking her head, “Oh, Vergen…” Then to Mirka, “We’ll head across the sound and up through the Dry Valleys to say hi to the folks on Lake Bonney. From there we’ll continue on up the valleys to the ice cap and circle the stations up there.”
“That’s boring.”
