Uncomfortable at the topic, mama puts her arm around you again.
“Ah — and here I was hoping I’d get to show that trail off to you. It is very pretty over there.”
The lift is nearing the top now, so mama shuffles away from you slightly so you don’t run into each other when you get off.
Strangely, it’s hard to pin down where you had your accident yesterday. You had been so distraught by it that you hadn’t been paying attention to where you had been exactly. The fog and the fresh snow make it even more difficult.
“How are you doing?” mama asks about half-way down.
“I’m good,” you reply.
You can’t do the same speed as mama can and it is hard work — you actually have to think way ahead so you don’t plough into something making turns to slow down! — but you’re enjoying yourself.