“I haven’t decided yet.” “I might know of a place that’s available to rent.” Abigail snorted. “I most likely wouldn’t be able to aff...rd whatever you have in mind.” “What price range were you looking for?” he asked, determined. “Less the fifteen, I guess.” His brows shot up. “Fifteen grand?” Abigail rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Fifteen hundred, and even that’s a bit steep. I still haven’t gotten a job so I’m not sure how much I can afford yet. I’m just shooting for something. Katy was wet enough that they enjoyed one more round, then another as they waited for their ride-share to a motel.The ride-share was not Uber like Katy thought, it was Gerta. Apparently a number of female drivers organized a local service going to and from Lyon-esss and a few similar clubs. The service only dealt with a select group. They were very accommodating and Robin loved the special service she got during the drive.When they got to the Homesteader Motel Jenni and Katy were half undressed. Rick asked if I knew where a certain cricket club was, I did roughly! Anyway, he suggested perhaps we could meet there as he was working there on Wed (it turns out he mows the field with his old 4x4 and mower). I said I'd look at timings etc and let him know. On Wed morning I said I could probably make it but would check and make sure. At lunchtime I drove the journey which turned out to take 12 mins so that I knew where it was. I texted Rick after lunch and told him yes I could be there and. While the dogs took their break, drinking and eating and resting and rolling in the snow, Mike and Josh sat on the sleds for the first real chance to talk they'd had since the night before."You doing all right?" Mike asked."That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Josh said. "There was one limb that I thought was going to knock me off the sled, but it just brushed my parka back." I was watching," Mike said. "That was a low one, all right." Sure was nice of those guys in Warsaw to go ahead.