“Quiet down or you’re going to give away our hiding place,” he tells me as he starts climbing the tree like some Alaskan version of Spider-Man, hands and feet practically sticking to the tree’s bark as he carries me up the gigantic trunk. “And don’t drop the snowballs.” “You should have thought of that before you decided to hang me upside down,” I snark at him. But I tighten my grip on the scarf.
