Chapter Twenty-Five

Arrin winced at Ron’s off key attempt at singing in the shower, which bothered his sensitive ears. At least he wouldn’t be plagued by that ear-splitting disaster anymore, for today was his last day with these two. He approached Clayton, who was making breakfast in the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking it would be better if I left sooner rather than later, so if you’ll give me the backpack you spoke of—”

“That won’t be necessary. I have it all figured out. We’ll drop you off in Fowler, after we stop at a sporting goods store there and buy you some warmer clothes and a pair of good, sturdy boots. After all, you can’t walk around in those dress shoes when it begins to snow. As you’ll soon discover, Martian winters ar...

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