jail talk continued

I know, I remember, he said tenderly. Lily moved up closer to Hunter as the wind had picked up. Do you think we can make it upriver in this wind, she asked him. Of course she already knew it was a dumb question: with Hunter, all things were possible. He just had a way about him of getting through whatever came up. Yeah, we'll make it he reassured her. Then ice began to fall from the sky. It's hailing, it's hailing, Lily shouted. Hurry and get us to shore! And they rode that way, next to each other under a falling ice sky all the way back to the schoolbus, to their home, their haven, their world. There, nothing, no one, could or would intrude. They had set themselves off from the world and they loved each other and they had woodstoves, and a nice kitchen bus and warm blankets and quilts and three cats. They listened to music every morning with their coffee and then at night before lying down in each other's arms, they'd listen to music again and fall into a world of their own making.