Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

“I can walk myself,” I mutter. “Did you learn recently? You’re not good at it.”

Even though I keep buying more bookshelves, I can never keep up with my book-buying habit. It’s probably a diagnosable addiction at this point.

give me your clothes, I’ll get the stains out.” “How do you know how to get blood out of clothes?” “I do this really odd thing, where I bleed out of my vagina for a week every month? I don’t know why, it’s weird.

Cole stops pacing abruptly by the window, staring out at the snow, and growls something. “Use human words, Nalle,” Eli mumbles. “We’ve been over this. We don’t speak bear.”

“You’ll be hacking down trees and saving moose in no time.” He snorts. “I’m sure the moose are fine. You’ve been off the roads.”