He talked more. About things that were not tactical or strategic or related to the management of a situation — about the packhouse's history, the wolves he had known before I arrived, memories from his years as Alpha that had nothing to do with difficulty. He told me about the summer three years before I came when Brennan had attempted to grow a kitchen garden and had produced, through some combination of genuine agricultural incompetence and the specific soil conditions of the packhouse grounds, a quantity of root vegetables so enormous and so uniformly inedible that the pack had been eating creative culinary failures for two months while Brennan maintained, with complete conviction, that the problem was the preparation rather than the produce.He told it with the specific, unhurried detail of someone who had been carrying a memory and finds, with the right person at the right time, that the carrying is even better than the remembering alone.I laughed until my sides hurt, which was
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