“You didn’t have it until after you’d done the basic work and came up with a plan on how to survive against very tall odds. By the time I got here…Okay, by the time I came back, you pretty much had everything under control. Sure, I’ve helped with the grunt labor, but you’d have done it even withoutme.”
“Maybe,” Hugh replied, uncertain if that were true or not. Perhaps it is. I did make the cabin livableand found food before Orion and I could starve to death. But so what? Dad would do his best to make me feel as if I haven’t accomplished any more than playing truant from my job and from the family. He’d probably call this an interesting if undeserved holiday. He easily imagined his father doing exactly that, with scathing comments about how stupid and reckless he’d been. “It’s not true,” he said under his breath.
“What’s not true?” Ansel asked.
“I was just thinking about what my dad would say, if I went back.”