"Ihavesomethingforyou."Thelastbitterdaysofwinterimprisohewholeband.Asnowstormandfreezingtemperaturesmadetraveloutsideofcampimpossible.Mostofusspentnightanddayundercoverinadrowsecausedbythebinationofcoldandhunger.Speckstoodaboveme,smiling,asurprisehiddenbehindherback.Abreezeblewherlongblackhairacrossherfadatienthand,shebrusheditasidelikeacurtain.

    ",sleepyhead,aIfound."

    Keepingthedeerskinedtightagainstthecold,Istood.Shethrustoutasingleenvelope,itswhitenessinreliefagainstherchappedhands.Itookitfromheraheenvelope,slidingoutagreetingcardictureofabigredheartonitsfront.Absentmindedly,Ilettheenvelopesliptotheground,andshequicklybenttopickitup.

    "Look,Aniday,"shesaid,herstifffingerswalongtheseamstocarefullyteartheseal."Ifyouwouldthinktoopenitup,youcouldhavetwosidesofpaper—nothingbutastampandaddressonthefront,andontheback,youhaveabla."Shetookthecardfromme."See,youdrawonthefrontandbackofthis,andioo,goaroundthiswritinghere."Speckbounhertoesinthesnow,perhapsasmuchoutofjoyastowardoffthechill.Ieechless.Shewasusuallyhardasastone,asifuobeariionwiththerestofus.

    "Yourewele.Youcouldbemrateful.Itrudgedthroughthesnowtthatbackwhileyouandalltheselummoxeswerenidcozy,sleepieraway."

    "HowIthankyou?"

    "Warmmeup."Shecametomyside,andIopehedeerskinrugforhertosnugglein,andsheedherselfaroundme,wakingmealertwithheridsandlimbs.Weslidiheslumberpartyuheheapofblasandfellintoadeepsleep.Iawoket