She looked different. She acted different. From somebody who was just a face I recognized from last year, we became friends. Nikki. Last time I saw he..., she was Nikki Domingue, daughter of a mom whose name showed up in a lot of the wrong kind of conversations.This year, she showed up with a gold band on her finger. I naturally figured that from her reputed background that there was a baby at home and she was living with her 'husband' in his parents' house or something like that.Nope.That she. ”“And you don’t have an attitude I suppose,” Cal spat, “you’re just Mr. Perfect?”“No, Cal, I do have an attitude,” I replied, “but what I do is consider what effect my actions will have on others, and I take that into account when I make decisions.”“I’m sorry David,” she said, “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”“Cal, you can snap at me anytime you feel that it’s appropriate,” I replied, “that’s part of being a couple. It’s part of human discourse, what you can’t continue to do is just. We boiled water to re-hydrate our food, then boiled another pot for making all of us some hot chocolate. Even though it was warmer than it had been, the hot chocolate felt very good going down.We didn't tarry long after we had eaten, but got on the road again. Not long after lunch, we started to see clouds rolling in. We watched with some trepidation all afternoon, and by around four o'clock, I told the girls we should set up camp for the night. Neither of them gave me any argument.I gathered. Well, something did turn up, just in time too. Now she hoped that something else would turn up.“There’s a hut” whispered the girl “There’s a hut! Look!” she pointed painfully, the movement allowing freezing air to creep in and set her shivering harder. Smoke was drifting above it.“We’ll need to be careful” Cavendish said as they approached. Mountain men might welcome the female companionship in ways he was unwilling to share. As they got off their horses, a wooden shutter opened a little and a.