Ikkianartok

Claudia pulls off one of her mittens with her teeth. Her hand fumbles around her neck. She winds one end of her scarf around her hand, and lets the other end blow free.

The wind whips the scarf down to William's bowed head. Agonizing seconds go by. Finally he feels it, looks up, and gratefully wraps it around his hand.

"Pull!" You drag Claudia and William three inches closer to the door.

"Pull!" Claudia drops the scarf. Her hand locks with William's.

"Pull!" He and the haulsack come another foot closer.

You drop Claudia's foot and lunge for her belt. She clamps her other hand around William's wrist. "Pull!" And then, in a rush, you all collapse inside the door.

"Ikkianartok." William's teeth are chattering.

"What?"

"I said, it's cold out there."

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