Chapter 9: Knickers and QueersTristan lit the stove before going out with Og—though there was barely anywhere to walk. Og didn’t seem to care; he dashed through the snow, stirring up a white cloud around him wherever he went.
Two days left. He still hadn’t taken out any Christmas decorations, hadn’t fixed any special food for the holiday—which was just as well, considering there was no electricity. Not that he’d cooked anything special or decorated in any of the other years he’d been living in the cabin.
He could cook some on the wood-burning stove. There was room for a frying pan or a pot, but he couldn’t see himself throwing together a Christmas meal.
If Aiden was staying…
Of course, Aiden wouldn’t be staying.
Back at the cabin, Tristan stomped his feet, to get rid of as much snow a
