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time in here . . . I want to get Kath back on the
     slopes.”
    After lunch we tried a different trail. “Skis together,”
     Michael said, “let them run across the slope . . . glide . . . glide . . . good .
     . . okay . . . now, kick your heels down the mountain . . . that’s it . . . great
      . . .”
    â€œI did it,” I called. “I actually stopped!”
    â€œYeah . . . now you won’t have to sit down every time you lose
     your balance.”
    I scooped up some snow and threw it at him, but he ducked and laughed.
    We skied until 4:00, when the lifts closed. “I’ve had the best
     time,” I told Michael as he helped me out of my bindings. “I really loved
     it.”
    â€œI’m glad,” he said. “You’re not a bad
     student either . . . considering.”
    â€œConsidering what?”
    â€œOh, just considering.” He kissed me on the nose.
    I had no idea how sore my muscles were until we got
     back to the house. Michael had to pull me out of the car. “I hurt all over,”
     I said. “My legs don’t want to hold me up.”
    â€œA bath will help,” Sharon told me. “Soak a long time
     and keep adding hot water . . . there’s plenty of time for a nap too. We
     don’t eat until seven.”
    I bathed, then fell asleep and didn’t wake up until Michael
     whispered in my ear. “Kath . . . time for dinner . . .”
    â€œMmmmm . . .” I rolled over.
    He sat on the edge of the bed. “You need some help getting
     up?”
    â€œMmmmm . . .” I opened my eyes. His face was next to mine.
    â€œHi,” he said.
    â€œHi . . .” I pulled him down and held him close.
    â€œLater . . . it’s time to get up now.”
    â€œNo . . . not yet.”
    â€œI’ll have to help you if you can’t do it yourself . .
     .”
    â€œMmmmm . . . soon . . .”
    Michael got off the bed and I closed my eyes again. I heard the water
     running in the bathroom. Then he was back, standing over me, calling, “Kath . .
     .” and when I opened my eyes he was holding a glass of water over my head,
     threatening.
    â€œYou wouldn’t . . .” I cried, jumping out of bed.
    â€œNow that you’re up I won’t have to,” he told me,
     “but next time you don’t get a second chance.”
    After dinner we sat around the fire and talked for
     a while, then Michael got up and went to the window. “The stars are out,” he
     said. “You want to take a walk?” My insides still turn over when he looks at
     me that certain way.
    I got my boots and jacket.
    â€œDon’t get frostbitten,” Sharon called after us.
    As soon as we were outside and away from the house we kissed. “I had
     to get out of there,” Michael told me. “All I could think about was being
     alone with you.”
    â€œI know,” I said, “. . . same here.”
    We held hands as we walked. “I’ve never seen so many
     stars,” I said.
    â€œThat’s because it’s so dark and clear . . . no city
     lights, no traffic, no pollution . . .”
    â€œI love to look at stars.”
    â€œI love to look at you.”
    â€œOh, Michael . . . come on . . .” I gave him a friendly
     punch.
    When we got back to the house Sharon and Ike were stretched out in front
     of the fire smoking grass. “Hi,” Sharon said. “Did you freeze your
     tails off?”
    â€œAlmost,” I told her. I was really surprised to see Sharon
     smoking. I thought she was so straight, especially after that business about Michael
     being vulnerable and getting hurt.
    â€œYour cheeks are bright red,” Ike told me.
    â€œThey always get