By this time the snowmobile manager had come over.
“Looks good. Bring the toilet over there, and the cold weather stuff to the quartermaster’s counter.”
“Okay, thanks.”
It was the work of a couple short trips to get the stuff moved as requested. The manager satisfied, they shouldered their packs and went to the rare house they lived in here.
Mirka spent the afternoon quietly after helping clean and sort their things from the trip. She wrapped the small presents she had brought for the very few people she knew and had known would be here. She made a try at working on her arithmetic but found herself too distracted by the coming holiday to focus.
