Dripping wet still, I returned to my shivering daughter, clinging to the warmth of the stove. She'd gotten the idea to turn the oven on, and was using it as a heater.
"Good thinking." I said. "But we probably shouldn't use it. We don't know how much propane there is."
"So what? Let's just use it up and leave them some money or something."
It seemed like a sound plan. "Okay." I said, "stay there and get warm."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the car. I brought a sleeping bag and we're going to need it. Some dry clothes, too."
"No way. You can't leave me here."
"Baby, its probably twenty eight degrees in here. What if the propane runs out? With these wet clothes, we could be in big trouble. I have to get you out of those clothes and into that sleeping bag before that happens."
"What
