Everyone in town knew. She had lots of missions, and during each one it gave people something to talk about. Hunter was yesterday’s news at this point and Ginny’s face was back up in the post office. People wrote her lots of letters.
When Ginny got home, Scott proposed. She was happy about that, but I think he just did it to save their relationship. The gesture was even a little sad. He did it while she was still in the hospital bed, and he had a ring, but her left arm was gone below the shoulder, and her right just below the elbow, so she didn’t have any fingers to put it on. She cried, and he wrapped his lanky wings around her again. She cried happy at first, and sad after that.
We found the dress we’d always talked about. Her prosthetics were done in white and gold, and I was a little jealous because they looked fancy, like long gloves. She went to British Columbia with Scott for the honeymoon. She wanted to see the trees, and she wanted it to be cool, and she wanted it to be wet after all her time in the desert.
She moved back to Scoeville with Scott, who said he could work from anywhere. She’s pregnant now, too. We take girls nights away from our husbands and talk about the old days, sometimes. I’m not cruel though, so I never talk about how she used to be such a good climber.
Mitchell Davidson is a writer. A lifelong Alaskan American, Mitchell lives on the island of Kodiak where he and his wife hike, kayak, and watch the storms. His writing journey began like many others in the far north, as a way to make the most of those long, dark winters.
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