Chapter 12

I laughed. “Hey! ‘m not in any hurry.”

He raised his head, seemed to overshoot, and then brought it down so that he was looking straight at me, slightly owlishly. He frowned and rubbed his belly. “What ‘bout—s’mething t’ eat?”

I nodded. “Fair ‘nough. Let’s. Mmm. What?”

He got to his feet. “Pancakes!”

So, we made pancakes, and then sat down at the table. The understanding that he would give his reason for coming to the Arctic was still present. I hadn’t been sure what, if anything, he would tell me. But I was curious, thinking I would be able to make something out of whatever he said.

His look was disturbingly…what?After thinking about it, I decided that the only word I could come up with was: haunted.

Haunted?I shook my head. It made no sense. And yet, conjuring his image in my mind, I had to admit, the adjective fitted somehow.

It was another of Matt’s excellent meals, I decided to bring up the subject.

“I’m guessing there’s more to your story than what you told me.”