stuff. soon we were out in the sun and snow, tall thin me looking down on the curly auburn mop sticking out of the top of sue’s headband.
i wrestled with the strap of her camera bag, trying to find a comfortable spot on my shoulder. it was hot under the alpine sun, and i unzipped my jacket as we started down the road.
"you be careful with that," she said as the strap slipped down to my elbow. as i struggled to get it back onto my shoulder we turned a corner and she saw down into the valley. "oh, no."
all we could see was the pine forest and the road 