He returned to the dock, grabbed the squatty white propane tank, and headed behind the cabin. From inside, he could hear Shasta humming happily, and he felt a flutter in his stomach. Focus, Walker. Dont get sidetracked.
A few minutes later, hed finished exchanging the tanks and was walking back past the cabin when she called to him. Blake?
He stopped and looked toward the door. Yeah?
She opened the screen door and stepped out onto the front porch. What do you want to do with all these empty boxes?
Well take them back to the lodge, use them again for another run. Did you put everything away?
Shasta grinned. I sure did. Want to see?
Blake set the empty tank on the porch and followed her inside. She opened the cupboard doors with a flourish. Ta-dah!
The boxes and cans were arranged by color and ascending height, shorter to the left and taller moving right. He scratched his head. You have pancake mix next to the Cheerios.