“Man, I need a shower,” Art said, stretching kinks out of his back. “Or better yet…yes, this is the cabin with the exquisite outdoor steam room! Sauna! Whatever you call it. See that little shed over there?” Art had pulled me over to the kitchen window and was pointing toward what looked like a pile of dead trees. “If I remember right. Come on, let’s go check! It’s damn small, but, man, wouldn’t that feel good?” He had the nerve to ruffle my hair.
“Leave me alone!” I said to his retreating back.
He flung open the door and left it open for me. I was curious, so I followed him out into the snow. He acted like a snowplow for me, which was nice. Without the shelter of the woods, the snow was crotch deep. He was laughing. I could feel everything between my belly button and my knees suck back
