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and we used soap for the first time in days. It was
marvelous to feel clean. Daisy had fresh cloth diapers, and Lendal
and Bubba Jr. had new toys, which they played with noisily, driving
trucks and cars over the ground. The males departed to find Kat’s
son, and Leslie and Zelda prepared to grill fish. Mike stayed to
watch over us and set up the tents.
    I’d put Daisy down for a nap, tucking her in
with a soft blanket.
    “Honey.”
    “Yeah?”
    He sat next to me with his legs crossed
before him. “I’ve been thinking.”
    “What?”
    “Those gold nuggets. Maybe I could build a
house. They’ve got some isolated property in the Okanogan
Highlands. I could make it Sasquatch friendly, with higher ceilings
and bigger beds and stuff. You and Daisy could winter with me.”
    I tried to find fault with his plan, but I
couldn’t. “That might be a great idea.”
    “I love these mountains. I could live here
forever with you.”
    “Oh, Mike.”
    “I’m gonna insist you marry me, though. Daisy
needs my name and health insurance. I need you to be Mrs.
Tancardi.” My mouth fell open. “I know you love that walking
carpet, and I gotta say, he’s growing on me too, but we gotta be
realistic. If anything happened to Daisy, she needs to be covered.
The same goes for you.”
    “Are you sure you want to do this? That’s
crazy.”
    “Not really. I love you. I want to take care
of you. I’m going home with you soon, and I wanna meet your family.
I want you to meet mine. We’ll get married then. I gotta build this
house by winter.”
    I nodded, not trusting my voice.
    “Are we on the same page?” He smiled
slightly.
    “Yeah. I think we are.”
    I spent the day relaxing in relative comfort.
We had camp chairs, which were wonderful, and Mike and I and Leslie
and Zelda talked and laughed while the boys kicked their new soccer
ball around. We waited for the Bigfoots to return, knowing they
would bring fish or game to grill. We had collected firewood and
boiled water. All we needed were the Sasquatches. As the sun began
to lower, and the coolness of evening brought a slight,
pine-scented wind, I thought I heard a rustling in the forest. I’d
come to pick up on the smallest of noises, knowing that although
the apes were quiet, their sheer size could not prevent the
occasional twig from snapping.
    Leslie heard it too. Wolfie was in her arms,
suckling her nipple. “They’re coming.”
    Bubba was the first to step out of the trees,
followed by Leonard, Dale, Pooky, and several other Bigfoots. The
sight was miraculous, considering these prehistoric creatures had
outlasted their dinosaur counterparts by millions of years. Knowing
now that there were females explained how they managed to survive,
although the women were scarce.
    “Oh, look!” exclaimed Leslie. “Kat’s got her
kid!” She clapped her hands. “Oh, my God. That’s so awesome.”
    “Wow.” A shorter, thinner Sasquatch limped
next to Kat. He looked to be a little younger than Pooky. “He’s a
cutie. Wonder what’s up with the leg?”
    “We’ll have to check it out,” said Mike. He’d
gotten to his feet with his hands on his hips. “Hey, guys.”
    On closer inspection, the apes were filthy;
they were covered in ash up to the knees. They had been through
burned territory. Kat’s son perked up when he caught sight of us,
his nostrils flaring. He jumped, limping to the camp, his black
eyes flashing. It was then that I noticed the gash in his leg.
    “We gotta clean that out.”
    “He’s probably gonna need antibiotics,” said
Zelda. “Those supplies got here in the nick of time.”
    Kat looked exhausted. She sat before the
fire, her tongue hung out of the corner of her mouth. “You need
water.” I gave her a big metal tin filled to the brim. She took it,
drinking deeply. “What happened?” I glanced at Leonard. His beard
had bits of ash in it.
    “Boy was trapped,” he rasped. “Me tired.” He
collapsed next to me, reaching for Daisy. “Gimme the