“Hareton sits on the edge of the Snow Belt, that’s why the snow is so much heavier out this way.”Sandra rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She couldn’t care less about the weather patterns of some middle-of-nowhere town. Her husband, Brian, was much too busy fiddling with the radio to notice.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to the front window. Not that there was much to see. Outside, small flakes of snow danced in the narrow beams of the SUV’s headlights. Occasionally, the yellow light of a house broke through the inky blackness and veil of falling snow. A welcome relief from the monotony.
A tall snowbank to her right suddenly loomed closer as the front of the SUV swerved dangerously toward the edge of the highway.
“Brian, the road!”
He jerked his head up and straightened the wheel.
“Can you please stop playing with the radio and drive?” she snapped.
“Sorry. I was trying to find the game. What’s with you? You’ve been miserable all night.”
“There’s nothing with me. I just have no desire to find myself flattened against a snowbank so you can get a hockey score.”
“Fine. But your attitude started long before now.”
He may have had a point. She’d been on edge since they turned onto this highway. It was probably just a combination of the weather and having gone nearly a half-hour without seeing another car. The isolation made her tense.
“What were Rhonda and Jimmy thinking when they moved out here?”
Brian grinned. “Low mortgage payments.”
“I guess. It just seems so far from civilization.”
“We’re forty-five minutes from home.”
“I know.” She sighed. “This weather is making me twitchy. I wish we had just stayed home.”
“If you don’t want to go to their housewarming, then why are we?”
“Because Jimmy and Rhonda are our friends, and it’s their first house. They want to show it off.”
“They’re your friends.”
Sighing, she turned her attention back to the front window. Not that there was much to see. Outside, small flakes of snow danced in the narrow beams of the SUV’s headlights. Occasionally, the yellow light of a house broke through the inky blackness and veil of falling snow. A welcome relief from the monotony.
A tall snowbank to her right suddenly loomed closer as the front of the SUV swerved dangerously toward the edge of the highway.
“Brian, the road!”
He jerked his head up and straightened the wheel.
“Can you please stop playing with the radio and drive?” she snapped.
“Sorry. I was trying to find the game. What’s with you? You’ve been miserable all night.”
“There’s nothing with me. I just have no desire to find myself flattened against a snowbank so you can get a hockey score.”
“Fine. But your attitude started long before now.”
He may have had a point. She’d been on edge since they turned onto this highway. It was probably just a combination of the weather and having gone nearly a half-hour without seeing another car. The isolation made her tense.
“What were Rhonda and Jimmy thinking when they moved out here?”
Brian grinned. “Low mortgage payments.”
“I guess. It just seems so far from civilization.”
“We’re forty-five minutes from home.”
“I know.” She sighed. “This weather is making me twitchy. I wish we had just stayed home.”
“If you don’t want to go to their housewarming, then why are we?”
“Because Jimmy and Rhonda are our friends, and it’s their first house. They want to show it off.”
“They’re your friends.”
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