I read that line maybe ten times.
My daughter Jenna called from Denver that night and told me to just pay it. “You can’t win with those people, Mom.”
Nineteen Inches in December
The storm came on a Wednesday night, eleven days before Christmas.
By eleven that night I couldn’t see Hector’s house. By morning there were nineteen inches on the ground and drifts up to the bottom of my front windows, and the wind was still going.
At six, I stood at the kitchen window in my robe, the way I had every storm for twenty-six years, waiting for the sound of the blade. At eight, nothing. At noon, nothing. The whole court was a white bowl.
At one o’clock everybody on Juniper Court got an email from Grant.
“Neighbors, our snow contractor is experiencing delays due to the high volume of this storm. Please be patient. They will be here as soon as possible. Stay safe and warm! Grant.”
