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Peter Horton set the rolled maps on the floor and dropped his keys and wallet into the small basket next to the table lamp in the foyer. "Kim!" 

"Pete! Pete, you're home?" Kim came toward him with a floral throw pillow in her hand. "What--"

"Sorry, Kimmie. I should've called. There's a two-o'clock to Denver I'm trying to catch." He stooped a bit and kissed her on the cheek.

"Denver?"

"Yep, Larry called. Three of their relocation crew are in quartantine and the pack is being flown in from Vancouver within the next 24 hours or so." He opened the closet and took out his parka, and wool cap, and 2 sets of winter mittens. 

"What about your birthday?"  

"Well, I guess, when I get back."

"Your sister and your parents?"

"I'll call them." She looked at him. "I will, I will."

"How long--"

"Can't really say. Worst case two weeks. But if the weather holds and the collars work--I'm going to need both frame packs."

"I'll pack your clothes--six of everything." Kim stood on the bottom stair.

"Underwear, socks, t-shirts. Just 2 sweatshirts, two sweaters." He kissed her again. "Won't need outdoor gear. Larry says he has snowshoes. Thanks, Hon."

"Do you want me to drive you?"

"Uh, yes, I guess. Or, maybe not. I'll just leave the car in long-term."

"Toothbrush and--"

"Yes--no shaving stuff. I need to get some stuff from the garage."

"You want your sleeping bag?"

"That's in the garage, I think."

Kim shook her head and laughed.

"What? Think I can't pull this off? I'll be out the door in 20 minutes." He smiled. "Something else?"

"I'm pregnant."

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