Puberty and the AftermathChapter 9
We were both gasping a bit but it was still only spitting when the summit and the shelter finally came into view. I immediately began to watch for some suitable firewood, needing dry branches that would burn for a while but, since we didn't have an axe, were small enough to be broken up. When I found one I dragged it to the path and suggested that Mom should head for the shelter as quick as she could while I found some more. I had just manoeuvred the three branches inside when it began to...